I hunger to picture the shadows your face that were cast upon my bed sheets.
I enjoyed when our shadows danced together, to the beat of our own breaths.
The forest green of your eyes has become less saturated.
I can still remember the way your mouth was shaped as it spewed filthy words
from behind your teeth,
which I always wondered how you kept so white with
the amount of cigarettes you pressed between your lips.

I loved you dearly Dustin.

I am determined to see you again.
I'm unsure whether it's so I can
deafen you with screams,
strike you,
or plant a kiss slightly above the bridge of your nose.
Can you hear my desperate ramblings?
Some nights I hear you calling back.
I know you meant that you'd stick around.
You'd probably be here if if I'd allow.

                                            I will find you.