i woke to your eyes again
the deepest blue
like gazing into the ocean,
seconds before the storm comes in.

the truth is
i find your ghost at every turn
and still feel the cool waters
of your touch
with every whisper of the wind,
each memory a living phantom.

now i know
not even the holiest exorcism
could pull the threads of you
from my mind
you are the bread and wine
the iron in your blood
pulling me in
sweeter than any nectar.

Feelings explode from my chest
Like honey, hot and sticky
Set off by hours of smoke

Finally realized in the fade
My hard edges fraying
In the fire of curling greens
Expectations only rising when I do

High on the idea of you
On the feeling and taste of you
Lips tattooed on my skin

We were never a love story...
We were more a story of love
But-
You were a title and I merely a chapter
We grew no choice but to digress
To go back to being best friends, two peas in a pod who stared at each other a second too long.