The goodbye

How can I clarify this secluded sensation? Missing your breathing on my skin, the touch of your hands on my neckline and the cuddle of your lips. This image, once so beautifully imprisoned now traded with blood and anguish.
How can I forgive the god I never believed in, how can I want to reside when life was deprived, taken from me. I drown in wretchedness. I smother in throbbing tears.
My fingers are painted with this ink, as I scrawl notes, that I long to bestow on you.
Some days I rest at your grave, clinching the memoirs with photos in my palms. Tears meander beside my cheeks, crossing the lips that long for yours.
My visage is insipid, as I rest my skull on the throne casing over your cradle. My cheeks brushing against your encrypted name, my fingers gliding down the granite stone. Plucking your grass blanket.
I ask myself, as I ask you… How can tears so bitter, set my soul on fire?
Here now, I rest, weeping awake over you.
I place the revolver upon my left temple.

The goodbye

EcstaticFear

Joined May 2009

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