Box your dried tears for a rainy day.
We’re not done yet.
With all do respect, I still love you.
I chased you with words, at times misunderstood.
You ran erasing the promises that could.
Astounded and bewilder.
This distance between, a vocal memory
The silence you speak, so loud, in words you’ll mute.
You flew far in our short time.
Close to where the skies touch the emotions of our universe.
In separate lives.
Our parallels still speak
This distance; still meets.
I sit and wonder where you’d be-
I lie to wonder everything.
What meant you and I, there’s no coincidence as our stars, shined that March night.
Devine as she spoke, emotions overflowed.
Embers to the wind, blinded sparks.
I wish to hold you. When you remember me.
The ocean can’t be this pink.
I am a house.
Inside a labyrinth.
Your face so perfect-