I’m still waiting for this sun we shared for so long to set.
I was fooled by the many eclipses, they kept me on edge– Waiting for that last ray to hide it’s glistened face, to marry itself to the darkness that is night.
I so badly want an end to this sunrise, ten years in production, but the memories stain the insides of my eye lids.
Images of you, of me, of us have been branded, burned into my head as memories. I can still taste your lips.
Each melody transports me to that exact place and time, and too often a tear is left to fall. I can still smell dark blue.
The taste of chocolate-covered confections clears the haze that is you, that is me, that was us. I can still see the one curl that defies the perfect flow of your lashes.
My hand grazes my stubble and it takes me back ten years to that moment when… i can still hear your shaken moan when I did that thing to you liked so much.
The smell of spice fills the air as each year comes to a close. I can still feel your heart beat in it’s own irregular-syncopated way as we lay there silently in a bed we made only to tear apart.
So here I am.
Patiently waiting, impatiently, for your return.
I see that last ray peeking over the horizon never leaving my sight. I’m tired.