memory.

viscous days without purpose
consume the person she once was.


sometimes its as if the heart is torn from the chest.

when looking into those eyes
and seeing myself reflected back so clearly.

my heart skips a beat when I turn to see your smile.

my smile in return, involuntary.

I love so freely.
So openly, I'm sure you see it.
Everyone else does.

You're so hard to read, though.

He takes my hand and holds it in the dark,

and smiles softly at the tear that comes, each time

memory of the love we never got to keep.

viscous days without purpose.

end.