It’s the whispers of loneliness,
the incessant images of your sad eyes
in every turn of the clock,
and each moment is new and old
all at once,
so curved and sharp
with jagged edges disguised at soft.
And all I can see is the past,
a road that never really was,
a place I never lived
even though I woke up there every day.
We drove in the dark,
the unknown places suddenly showing,
so achingly aware of each other’s skin,
the vibrations humming below.
Dash lights outlined your face in blues
while faded music danced in the air.
I can still feel your hand on my cheek
as you reached for something more.
You searched for quiet
while I fumbled with loud steps,
yet you saw me.
For a minute,
I was me again,
sparkling white flames
burning through the atmosphere
That was real.
That was hope.
That was me
when I was with you.