I saw you laughing on the lighter side of dispair. Those sweet, glossy chocolate drops they call your "eyes" danced, like fireflies, in rhythm to the music of your smile. Intensely, I stared, trying to memorize every last detail and brand it into my brain. I'm so afraid to forget you.
Your hands held mine as I trembled, like the last leaf of summer holding desperately to the cold, barren twig. God, I admire your courage. Can I borrow it as I carry my fear, kicking and screaming, to the altar? Watch my strength as it dwindles in your presence. I tremble because I am weak.
I watched you -- sad -- within my pain and your image burned my eyes. My soul bled. It screamed, in agony, so loud that the angels crouched in fear. I couldn't cry. For you, my tears have forgotten how to fall. I only listened to your voice shatter my fragile heart. The pieces sounded like glass falling on a cathedral bell. They echoed and the sweetest sound lingered but a second, then soured loudly throughout the vicinity.
Every desolate night, I feel your presence just before dawn, as my eyelids finally meet and grant me the gentle relief of slumber. I've dreamt dreams of you that only naive children, with their lighted eyes, could ever blindly wish to become reality. In the morning, I awaken with the taste of your kiss on my breath and magic swarming in my head. But, in a few hours, it ends. Yet another average day begins.
I miss you.
