everything about me depends on you.
this is something that haunts me
long into the sleepless nights
staring out at the parking lot,
imagining the ocean
i hear waves against a Kodak beach
in the sound of engines starting
somewhere, you are playing guitar
beneath the very same sky that i am under,
lying on my couch
staring at the white ceiling
too consumed by lethargy to even cringe
at my surroundings
tonight is a full moon
but moonlight does not enter here
the blinds are closed
letting in only the yellow glow of streetlights
and the whirr of electricity
i think of you
the way your eyes looked on Tuesday
when the sun hit your face so perfectly
as if some god had aimed that ray of light
right through the leaves of the cork tree, purposely to
transform your eyes into mirrors of the ocean on summer day,
purposely to make me fall that bit harder for you.
night has fully broken now
releasing a scattering of stars
spilling a silk ink that dyes the sky a haunting purple
i lie beneath it, protected by its beauty and
i think of you.
only you.
always
you.
i imagine that
you sit on the veranda
the scent of lilacs fills the air
a cigarette dangles from your lips
your hands play with no thought
no control, just movement
like water nursing bare feet on sand
perfect, endless, always at the right time
i dare not torture myself
by imagining the girl beside you
or the way her hair might smell
i just concentrate on the look of your fingers
soaked in moonlight
and softly sing myself to dreams of you,
dreams where you are mine
tomorrow i will wake up with the feeling
that i have lost something infinitely precious.
