Turn over. Breathe.

These recollections...

of past, of present, of

subconscious future...

...they haunt me.

These memories...

torment my body.

I struggle against my chains

-Only to find my wrists

bleeding and chafed.

Oh, my love

My dearest love,

Damn your realism

and cross this new divide.

Bridge the gap between

our hesitant, unsure,

tender-to-the-touch feelings.

Shivering in the empty hallway,

How I miss your presence.

I thought I had packed up

all my beautiful memories,

But all I can take away

is my own emptiness.

Your smile, your warmth,

the smell of your hair...

I can't quench this longing for you.

My wrinkled, tear-stained days...

I desperately search for traces of you.

I wonder and wonder

about all that has been put behind

and I can only remember remembering.

Turn over.

Breathe.