Feel the grit of your teeth.
Touch it as you bring your tongue into your mouth after licking your lips.
Let the spit moisten the tiny hairs above your lip and wipe it off only partially.
The light will strike you in such a way as to strike me.
You've not existed like this for very long, yet it is my memory of you.
It is you, and you are my thoughts and not the flesh you own
I've had thoughts about you , you know? I think about if you think about me.
I breath out thinking you're doing the same and if you're reflecting on the sheets we've warmed and the sky's we've looked at
It's a dagger in my mind but i feel like it's your mind, our mind.
The space in between our minds is like the waves hitting the rocks
You've become my launch pad and my cement shoes
Has the time gone or have you?
Are you a fleeting memory or constant reminder?
The resolve is not your face, it's your smile.
Has there been water in your heart? Let it drown me, let it quench my thirst.
Sometimes it's you and sometimes it's me but it always was us.
For me anyways....