just the two of us.
blood drops adorn the fringes of my paper. my hands tremble as i grip the pen and book, heart racing. icy air bellows down the nape of my neck and i shiver, your presence strong as ever. ghostly white fingers glide over my arm, discovering the scars on my wrist and lace with my grip water-swollen fingertips bringing a strange comfort, shrouding me from the darkness around me like an unwanted hug, smelling like an eerie basement filled with disregarded memories.
isn’t that all you are? a forgotten moment, an abandoned emotion, a long-since lost feeling that rests in the pit of your stomach, as heavy as a stone. your grip guides mine, scratching out words you and i have longed to say but never dared to murmur.
it’s unintelligible from both of us shaking but we know what it means.
just the two of us.
you and i - shared secrets between our once close souls and now lost strangers. your touch slips away, your ghostly comfort ripping from my shoulders as you disappear into the foggy shadows. only my writings remain on the page, lonely and small against a startling white backdrop, stained with crimson tears, crinkled from my desperate clasp.
empty, unreadable words that carry the load on my shoulders. you shudder against my spine like the quick and gentle flutter of a butterfly wing. oxygen stolen from my lungs, i gasp for air as my body obeys your faint touch, desperate to pull you close and hold you to my heart, never letting the cold abyss claim you again.
your bright laugh is faded as it echoes in my head, the sudden image of you enveloping me in your arms washing over me like a fresh spring day mist. flowers bud in the topsoil of my heart, watered by the tears from my eyes. they’re delicate - fragile - yet their roots dig deep, clutchingto the faint reminiscent emotion of love. of belonging. they swear to never let go, tendrils grasping at every crevice of the hardened emotion, the same as i’m holding on to the memory of you.
