About you all the time
86400 pulse of the vein.
How we wrote the pages of our midnight stories
Till the moon sang.
Will the pen ever start writing again?
Is the dolphin still at the back of your mind?
Like how tears linger on pillows?
Absorbed and concentrated.
If my paranoia are delusional?
Despair and lemons on rawness
An excruciating carnage within.
How I still am barely surviving
With complex cognitive
Down to paralysis.
What the elucidation is, to you being
The main star in my dreams.
How I still feel your softness on me?
The warmess of your firm partings imprinted on my cheeks.
How once love is two hearts beating
Now isn’t the same
Me… And you.