He closed his eyes
She entered the room
He dreamed of not unspeakable things
It was her scent
She closed her eyes
It was her scent she knew would always haunt him
Desire and doubt
It didn’t speak of surface
It spoke of something to be defined, a reminder, yet intimate
A reminder of absence and presence never left
He was almost touched by something unsound and was troubled
But strived to breath through his heart
Even if you, can talk me through – my darkest
rooms
I will receive no reprieve, from what has been
So I will try to rise above your scent
Your heaven sent
And be removed from not just you
But everything and the most of me
The most of me and the things life brings
To sup my best
May my best fall on me… and you
I watched you… unfolding from my bed
I couldn’t take you from my eyes
Knowing not if foundation laid
Nothing spoken, nothing said
And all that was empty becomes half full
Breath becomes place where life resumes
And all the reminders fall like rain
Those fickle doubts that gnaw and drain
Nothing left but thoughts of you
The day resumes through slight regret
Not scent but smell, not taste but sweat
Untold words hang, unfolded, like threat
Awareness, absence: seeps into mood
Promise reached for, just things good
All stories untold, though something shared
That moment, that glance… a past repaired
And all the beauty in the world becomes aware
When you come without a care
The space between us realised
Less frequent now, those hidden cries
Simple words, though quiet, seem to glisten
And all the hope in the world seems to listen
… to the whispered.
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