Day after day I pretend as if life has begun...
and that which I have always longed for
has found me and is present.
But he is not here...
He sits nearby
yet, his soul wanders the universe
searching for what is to be seen.
I see him here...I feel his skin...
my mind pretends this is real.
Still, I know the Summer sun will steal him away,
and a cold darkness will fill this space.
The laughter we share will be a faint echo in my ear.
I will swallow my heart,
burying it deep beneath the hardened skin that has grown.
Then I will drown in blush colored memories...
