Your fingers, which used to trance the slopes of my skin, only touch air and exertion
Your eyes, which used to remind me of Moroccan waters, have been smothered out by their own memory
So blatantly intangible, it's as if they never were blue
Ash has settled in the spaces we would lie
Our heartbeats replaced with elements of loneliness and lust
So I've been neither here nor there
Floating, suspended- like a star hung out to dry
Lost for a heart and yellowing out on the wind