One day.
I promise I’ll stop chasing your face through passing times of loneliness.
…Mondays from today
I’ll cease kisses that are no longer existent..
And I’ll stop pretending to feel sprinkles of your lips upon my face.
That day..
I’ll turn towards pink skies
And they will no longer be filled with clouds that once spelled out your name.
...I’ll walk upon blades of grass
And I’ll smile…
Because the soil no longer reflects the remembrance our shame
Yeah.
Maybe?
One day.
BUT UNTIL THEN…
I’ll continue to fill my soul with the hindrance of our dying ways.
I’ll find touches that WOULD ONLY FIND ME
Once I was drowning under the current of midnight’s wave
And I’ll swim…
In lonely pillow cases
Filled with scents masked by my own heart’s phase
And there…. I’ll pray..
I’ll pray..
That.
One.
Day.
I can finally whisper goodbyes to a resuscitated flame