life's a building
one day,
it'll get demolished
or
you'll build it higher
and higher
and it'll stand forever

Every now and then we'd meet in his old ***** room which he no longer inhabited. We shared something we chose never to label for there wasn't any word to describe the things we did and the things we said. We became nocturnal, we found peace within the night and each other. Everything about him was so familiar; he was my home away from home. I found safety in his humour and the way he would sing out of the blue and play the tune within his fingers. The building which holds all of what we've done is to be demolished and nothing will be the same once it's gone. It was one of a kind... just like us.

Abandoned and forgotten,
Dark corridors filled with enigmas;
Morbid thoughts, inexplicable actions
Masked in the walls of this desolate place.
The paint, peeling off like the somber secrets waiting to be heard.
The windows, broken and shattered like those whom suffered.
The doors, filled with signs and locks warning of the danger ahead like the gates of hell.
The ceiling, crumbled and fallen through like the people whom inhabited here.
The obscurity and anguish,
Draws me closer, for there is something to be found.
Draws me closer, for it reminds me of something familiar.
Draws me closer, for I feel at peace.
Draws me closer, for I have found myself within the mystery.

It is strange how looking at an image of you
from so long since last looking into your eyes,

That I can still remember every breath caught
every moment of each second lived
in every silver touch standing in your eyes,
where it was like being seen for the first time,
until you saw too much and too deep and too fast

and then you blinked and I was gone.

Removed from your thoughts and from your life and from your love
which moved on to another, more worthy,
upon whom you can look longer, stand taller, gaze deeper
than I can ever hope to achieve to be.