Lost in the brown of your eyes
I could have loved the impossibility you became,
watching the subtle beauty of your inner soul
as I strung desires from the skies
reflected on your dreams, dreams I stole
to set my love aflame-
Even now I wish I could have tasted
your life flavors, but wishes wasted
too late to such a life reclaim.
Now lost in the memory of your brown eyes
I yearn the possibility you became.
Do lips forget the path to follow?
I wonder if the yearn for passion ever pass,
the subtle need for a touch that lasts
an eternity, or so it feels like time
will drag the emotions I dryly swallow,
stealing life alone while I relive
the moment my lips against your skin
did find the path, and I outlive
desires kept within
in moments over time,
if lips forget the path to follow.
You became a ghost appeased by words left
drifting on forgotten pages, defining you
as I created a version within my heart.
And I lost you way back before I knew
your face would become dreams nested
in the sound of your voice late at night,
your words quickly becoming a part
of what love is made of, and I lost you
quietly as your ghostly presence became
embedded in the words written before
morphing into fading pixels just the same
as I fade into a life where I am no more.