Intoxication

There is nothing and that is all.  There is the wind, there is the snow.  There is the downward spiral that begins upon your plummeting into earth's pattern.  It's all inevitable, the wrinkles forming on my unsatisfied hands, hollow heart merely beating for the sake of ultimate balance in the universe.  There is nothing.

But I see your gentle smile and I think otherwise momentarily, as I stare deeply into your blinking eyes, wispy lashes pointing to the sky.  I think of the heat radiating off of your rising and falling chest, the feeling I feel when your hand was firmly grasping mine.

For a moment, it feels like there is everything, because your existence is beautifully intoxicating. I'd rather live under a cloak of innocence, believing entirely that everything in this world is going to be alright.

I need you now more than ever; the winter wind ripping at my porcelain skin, rough scarf pricking at my prickling chin.  I don’t know where the time has gone.  It may have evaporated into the snow clouds, snowmen up there built from the memories we made.  Are they important to you?  The paths we walked on, uneven sidewalks from freezing and thawing, shrinking and growing?  I don’t understand the color of the sky anymore, the pink mixed with blue.  Because it’s just not as beautiful anymore without you.

Where have you gone?  Are you coming back to kiss my dry knuckles?  They felt so good under your warm lips, those passionate eyes staring deep into mine.

Missing you

I don't know where the sun has gone.  The daylight savings time parasite ate upon this Philadelphia macadam, digging down deep to the chilly core.  I come home and it's dark and the leaves crunch below my fast moving feet.  I hibernate in my warm apartment under a blanket.

I'm missing you.

Twenty-Seven

There's something about twenty-seven that hurts more delicately than twenty-six or twenty-five.

A month and a few days

There's no better touch than yours; I remember that clearly.  Your perfect lips coming down onto mine, as I looked up into the universe, eyes closing as I felt your skin against mine.  I miss just being there, sitting next to you as you sat next to me.

A month and a few days, and I can kiss your soft lips again.