Tan with bright blue and purple lines on my wrists
My fingers so ready to grasp what should be rightfully hers
Eyes filled with joy before, now begin to drown in a faze
Blinded by fog
My fingers floating to find a grasp
I'm surrounded in pure darkness
The only way to see is a faintly lit light
A sudden brush of goosebumps slither up and down my tired body
I recount feeling the firsts to feel something again
Admiration
Comfort
Warmth
And feeling
Loved
A distant memory only comes when in true need
Approaching the light, it barely flickers.
Hands suddenly touch the light
Grey with a faint of colorless veins barely breathing
I realize these are mine
Suddenly realizing it's not a light there touching
A reflection of myself
These lifeless hands touching my chest
I am a ghost
of what I was

In this head of yours
You will find the strangest lands
Beyond, there lies nothing
But the void




Which, too, has a name

Reminiscent of the way your voice resonated in my ears as you sang to yourself softly.

You caressed my neck with a gentle strength,
and the compounds of time dissolved as the moment took control over us both.

In that moment, I was yours.
Not quite strangers, but not yet lovers,
just two longing humans in each others embrace.

Bound to you by the frequencies which emanated through each one of your fingertips,
surging into my body,
next into my psyche,
and finally then— my soul.