Memories

I miss her like plants miss carbon dioxide
in the dewy morning.

Like the moon that misses nightfall
when the sun is laying dormant
within the day.

A misty-eyed shadow lurks
in unforgotten alleyways.

Not a day goes by that my
heart doesn't lose a beat
without you being near my side
to reawaken its vital functions.

I sip from the chalice of memories
and lay here feeling vulnerable
beyond belief.

It was if our hearts were stitched together;
a beautiful yet chaotic transfix.

You were my 2" flat brush,
and I was your canvas,
our commonality was
the pallet.

My teardrops would form
past scenarios with you,
as I stared into that desolate
mirror.

Like each of them had their
own reel, and our nostalgic
strings were the films tape
that encompassed it.

I love you like a newborn
loves its first touch of life.

I wish my tears would
lead me to you, so
I wouldn't feel so staggered.