Vocal resonance confined to the semblance of normalcy
left in tune to the motions of your body,
Leave me trapped in the prison of I love you,
Sound waves bounce along the contours of your skin singing melodies of the memories you left me with,
Long nights and cold sweat seem like the only thing I have to remind me you were here.

I miss when you were here,
Making jokes about my simplicity in matters
too elegant for my taste,
Making every small detail interesting as you dissect the
very fine lines that lie between you and me,
Discussing space and religion with perfect symmetry,
You allowed me to see the world as it witness's it's own epiphany to itself.

And that self is so unmeasurably lonely without you,
If only I could steer clear from the redundancy,
Move forward without complacency,
To understand love doesn't end with uncertainty,
To look forward to a life that breathes optimistic inevitable reality.

But here I am,
You've moved on and I am still here,
I breathe,
I speak,
I move,
Alone in the prison of I love you.

How do I move forward when every step is one taken with you,
Every place a stained and blood-ridden reminder of the path we once walked,
Shadowed by echo's of vocal resonance,
Soft laughter,
Warm silence,
Sweet talks.

To turn ones back on all memory is in it the idea of living in total uncertainty,
No way to grow without the manure of past tries,
So I am trying to grow,
One day when you let me sleep a full night,
And the sweat subsides,
And the echo's decline,
I will finally make my way to another prison of I love you.