Reminiscing on plastic love

I want to look back to the past. But time is a linear moving arrow that pierces me,

the further I am away from you the bigger the wound gets.

Each day that passes creates louder tremors in my heart that try to call you back to me.

The sweet words that drip from your lips as you call me your honey leaves a bitter aftertaste.

Like the poison I suck out of love’s bite. 

Corrupting and souring the apple of my eye.

My lungs scream for your breath, the one that used to tickle my face in our intimate embraces.

My last thoughts as I drift into the abyss of the night

is that the shutter from my heart’s snapshot will briefly capture the warm, tender light of the superficial you I once had.

So I might see the ghost of your presence.