If I close my eyes and hold my breath,
I can imagine myself back besides you.
Within that moment I’m back
floating in your scent,
drowning in your touch,
and backstroking in your presence.
But as soon as I relax
and try to take a breath,
I’m sucked back into the present…
Once again left gasping for air.
Tag: Memories
Momentary
Sometimes pieces of you become woven and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
Fading
I close my eyes
and try to picture
everything that
happened in those
moments...
But time has
already begun to
blur the details...
Dutifully and
without condolence.
Pretend
Sometimes I like to
remember the times with you
I know we never had...
Rearview
I can see you fading away
in my rearview mirror...
With dead leaves
and empty dreams
swirling at your feet.
Rewind
Five minutes pass
and a hundred moments
run through my mind.
And when I try to hit fast-forward...
I click the damn rewind.
Shivers
Whenever I go to somewhere we have been... I get shivers from the memories that stir from within...
Shells
I have five shells
that I count one by one…
Found during a time
that can’t be undone.
You picked them by hand
and gave them to me…
In a place I thought
I wanted to be.
Weeds
I wanted you
to uncover those
memories,
like weeds in a
flower bed.
I was hoping you’d
find the good ones…
But you found the
bad ones instead.
Four Scents
Patchouli,
sandalwood,
musk and
cigarette smoke.
Seemingly
simple scents…
That transport me
right back to you.
