Oh lover

The wave of beautiful light danced between the blinds and stood waiting for approval. She moved carefully through it, inhaling the taste of hope strung tangible. Time etched itself carefully in this shadow of day so as to slow the progress of age and grief and love too late beaded together to witness in held form.

And I feel you. All around. But you are gone removed from this conscious cloud of memories and dreams weaved holy in an iridescent dream that I beg to wake from. It is too close. Love. A real love that floats lovely above ground. A fog that soothes and holds comfort against damage. Hidden enough are the flaws of humanity and you and I—no different.

I rest my head upon your shoulder when I sleep and I have amnesia. Do you remember me? Because I remember the time that you looked so deep into me that I died and looked away. Your soul grew too enormous for my capacity and you felt like warm lava all over me like a mummy enveloped by what could be.

And you did. You walked into my life and I forget the rest. Love like ours dies hard just seconds after its first breath. And I’m here for it. Living large within your grasp, I have no regrets.