I'll win this battle I began

When I looked at you

for the very first time

I thought I saw love written

in my eyes—

or your eyes,

that shined so brightly—

in my heart, my very soul.

The funny thing about love

is that it can last a lifetime or

as long as it takes to think

up a single thought.

This love

was no different. It burned into our very

being, and like a falling

star,

the fuel ran out,

leaving

us

begging

for

more.

If I admitted how much it hurt
to love you,
you’d leave me

stranded

in the Light.

And even then my breath
would catch
when I heard your past voice
whisper to my heart.

So, just know I love you
and I need you
as much as
I need the pain
to feel alive.

your voice haunts me
like my dead spirit can only dream.
It echoes lullabies,
though they’re no different than my screams.

And where’s that drizzle of glee
that rips me at the seam?
Has it finally run dry,
no longer what it seems?

So, now that you’ve come to bury
and try to redeem.
I ask that you save the goodbye
and kiss me under this last moonbeam.

when a ghost of a smile
touches your lips,
breathe it in.
Hold it
in the
D
E
P
H
S
of your lungs.
So, though
your eyes remain cold, distant,
impassive,
know that you can Smile still
with old times,
for they will be gone
before tomorrow morn’