Unreachable

My mind is a liar... A single thought can inspire such a multitude of unreachable desires...

Metronome

My desire for you is a continuous rhythm pulsating within me... As steady and certain as a metronome.

My green eyes will search your heart like an atlas... And diligently map out every coordinate.

Emotions remain on the fabric that held us... Lonely stains now imprinted in a cotton embrace...

As we frantically tried to save your life, You muttered so calmly... "Can someone please call my wife?"

One year gone... 365 days... And I'm in such a different place. 52 weeks later... And I'm still here... Remembering all that will never be erased.

Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've given me this entire year.

Sometimes moments are mentioned and stories are said... But the way they're told... It's like you're already fucking dead.

I'm tired of seeing faces covered with dirty masks... All emotion now hidden by cotton subtasks.

Pieces and parts. Remnants and remains. Fragments of the past... Bound to me like chains.