— a poem of potpourris.

Imperishable Hauntings

You resonate well with my thoughts, but you’re in too deep. Even when you’re no longer here.

Photo by Mihai Surdu on Unsplash

Your smile lives on within mine,
although I hardly ever project one.
They’re vividly carved, from end-to-end
exactly where mine should be.

Your laughter prevails
like cinematographs at the back of my head.
Never-ending; always looping,
I bust my gut to the nonexistent.

How you’d say hello
or slap my face across the cheek
had been articulated with such sublimity.

You’ve become one
with each of my neurons

You’re embedded within.