I thought I'd seen something at the corner of my eye -
but all it was, was a shadow of remembrance,
of familiar instincts standing alive next to me.
I knew you once.
You used to be an everyday interaction in my life.
But now you are simply a quiet string of web hanging
like a distant memory in my brain.
Another bullet hits my skin.
Now there's a separation,
Barricades over the grass,
all of us sleeping in the dust
with mirages overlying our desperate regrets.
There, a melody flew ever so elegantly in the air
like the wind of sound.
Its silky tones entered my virginal ears
that were never penetrated by this musical genre before.
In the mirage of a dream
I see kaleidoscopes of his face
that I now realize were caused by the tears he caused
from the moment I awoke.
And little does he know I don't only use him for his touch
but I also use him for inspiration,
and here I am writing my thoughts out