Your breath like poetry,

your eyes holding the most of me,

your scent is my only scenery.

The wildness of your touch gently

mingles with our familiarity.

Love is the climax to any story.

You left me reminiscing

of a life I am grateful

I am not living.

Maybe I checked out long before I saw you leave.

In the abyss of my memory

somewhere, somehow

I lost how much you meant to me.

Ironically my mind tends to erase

the animosity

to re-generate

conscious positivity.

When I forgot your features

I found the person inside of me

worth dancing the streets for.