The Lovely Epiphanot

[thelovelyepiphanot]

The Sound Of... Nothing

Gleaming eyes

Tiny fingers, no nails

Toothless smile

A room with too many hues

The sound of a rattle toy.

Curious eyes

Stubby fingers, chewed nails

Milky smile

A room with too many crayons

The sound of rhyme.

Bespectacled eyes

Inken fingers, neglected nails

Braced, constrained smile

A room with too many books

The sound of a scribbling pencil.

Lovely eyes,

Slender fingers, trimmed nails

Dimpled smile

A room with too many roses

The sound of soft music.

Wet eyes

Bloody fingers, sharp nails

Faded smile

A room with too many pillows

The sound of muffled sobs.

Droopy eyes

Cigarred fingers, painted nails

Yellow smile

A room with too much smoke

The sound of heavy breathing.

Shut eyes

Blue fingers, chipped nails

Lost smile

A room with too much silence

The sound of

.

.

.

Nothing.

[thelovelyepiphanot]

And when the love would become too much for me to contain in my heart, I would leave it on the niche of your collarbone or keep it safe between those lips. But now that you aren’t here, it is flowing, flowing out of my heart, down my arms, staining my fingers. It is flowing and I am drowning, drowning in your love. -the lovely epiphanot

[thelovelyepiphanot]

And I do not know if you are love. Time has not told me yet. But you almost perfectly fit into the hollow of my heart. And those little nooks and crannies that were left empty have been filled with the tears we cried, the dry remnants of the rose petals you gave me under the moon as it shone at us. You have made my heart whole.

-the lovely epiphanot