A Whisper of You
I grope my way in the dark, fumbling to hold on to you.
Your scent is slowly fading and I am trying desperately to hold it , to seal it to me.
I miss you.
I have been missing you and
I say it out loud only when my heart shrieks in agony,
I gaze at the illusive you, try to hold your imaginary hands and unfold the details of my soulless day,
Each day is a spell, reeling and rewinding the constant, mundane events.
As time ticks, it feels like peeling off a layer of wounded skin and it gets much worse with time.
I can still , however remember every mole on your face.
I know the shapes and positions of the scars on your body , like a sailor who does not need a map to cruise through the familiar tides that feels like home.
Though the sand clock has turned, erasing away everything that mattered until the hour before,
Changing you , me and us,
I still roam like gypsy ,trying to recover a home that I lost , which is now unfamiliar.