I had tailored denial for my heart
and for each new sun, that fabric became home.
I had lost taste of the lips of love

Until...

I started dreaming again...
...it feels as though she'd never left
Igniting obscure euphoria bereft of my heart

And...

I'm trying to convince myself...
that it's just another night when she ruses
me with pills of nostalgia.

Pulling strings that remind my body of the excitement when our skins knead.

Teaching my heart, again, how to skip a beat.

I'm trying to convince myself that it's just another night...
...but she is now an anchor in my dreams,
dragging me to what it felt like
to be in love.