Do you still remember my touch at all?

cassidy-chambers Poems

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.