Fragments

(I wrote this a few years ago)

I find fragments of you inside nothing

In the way the air smells and in the way a word is spelt I can find pieces of you inside these minor details

I build you out of thin air through a mixture of regret and nostalgia I shape the impression of a loving memory.

A memory that is too fine to grasp but it covers my body in a misty vapor, I see through you but not quite beyond you.

There’s a sweet naivety to the lies we tell ourselves to hold onto phantom memories, like we are lost at sea viewing mirages of dry land to dry our aching bones upon.

My eyes will be victim to a misty silhouette of you for countless hours, to find comfort in this is like catching an illness that spreads across my skin like fire.

Now there is nothing real left I will come to find you again in the dark corners of my dreaming mind, waiting for me.

Together we paint the walls of my mind dull gray and scarlet red and you scatter parts of your being everywhere like a sea of ashes.

In the ruins of my memories your remains lay collecting dust waiting for dusk to set on you and what you meant to me.