Pawing through the dusty box of memories, well-covered now with a thinning coat of gray hair. Rummaging, setting aside years better suited for a Goodwill bin. A few keepers; but must pare down the hoarding and prepare to travel light.
The table set, the stars are aligned. Each bezel refracting inward girdling your soul with a halo of light. Even lower facets form a temple, a pavilion displaying the elegance and focus of the culet that is you .
Another brave soul capitulates; here be dragons. Everyone faces their greatest horror in good time, just so long as they keep on living. Many like myself will not be deterred, opting to embark upon a pilgrimage of pain. Questioning what remains in my soul thickens and sets up my very blood with xanthan gum. You're next, o zealous one.
NaPoWriMo day 10...an abecedarian poem. Haven't felt this much like a contortionist since I wrote an acrostic. ;)
infinite. these thoughts are infinite at times it feels like too much so many things so many stories so many times i remember, the times we used to be together they were great like our first date that one day or should i say night in the drive way... when our love took flight
And so I lie here, wide awake. I can smell your hair, sip your sweet lips. Every morning I think of you, hardened like this, I kiss the air, ***** emptiness, and you're not here, but only in spirit, I can see your eyes.
Pictures of dead people I know are smiling and are so full of life hanging on my wall reminding me to seize this day, because it's not cliche, and it won't come again.