Memories

Missing her,
like when plants miss carbon dioxide
in the dewy morning.

When the moon misses nightfall;
when the sun is resting it's talons
on the atmosphere.

A misty-eyed shadow lurked
into unforgotten alleyways.

Not a nanosecond goes by
that my heart doesn't dissipate a beat
without her being near it,
to reawaken it to venture on.

Sipping from the chalice of memories,
having my vulnerabilities stroke my brunette
hair, whispering sweet dysfunction into my earlobes.

The sowing needle and thread were scattered across
the ebony floor.

Our hearts were stitched together;
a beautiful yet chaotic transfix.

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

Teardrops forming nostalgic events,
eclipsing normalcy,
as my tootsie brown pupils peaked
into the philosophical mirror.

Each tear was connected to our memories,
the nostalgia were the films tape and strings
that kept it together.

I loved her like a newborn
that loved its first touch of life.

Wishing my tears were steps to be traced
back to her, so I wouldn't stagger alone
anymore.

Falling backwards into the clouds of
nothingness,
hoping I plummet into the abyss
of tranquility,
a beautiful contradiction.