Love knew no bounds
but the surface of your skin
and only we could create
a discord so powerful
enough to break its hold.
Still, no force rips apart
what attaches us in our sleep
and no sound can be louder
than that of the ghosts
we surely hear each time
our heads rest on familiar fabric.
The ones that pry our eyes open
and dance in between our ears
to ensure our torment doesn't
set along with the sun.
Nothing brings me closer
to the attachment I left behind
and no amount of time
could change the fact
that we were less
than the sum of our parts,
but no time seems to remove you from me.