champagne flowing like lies once did from your lips, sleep still eludes me in the mornings
in the comfort of my clouds I watched an entire week pass
blue, orange, black
the colours come to me in fragments
the world once was my canvas but it's only you I paint
with invisible brushstrokes and my heart whispers and no restraint

you still come to me in little details on the subway
in the weed scented perfume of the lady next to me
in the delicate weaving on a stranger's coat
deja vu follows every word I speak, I'm haunting myself
the past still lingers whenever I trip on my crooked feet
everywhere, I find echoes of us

awkward nights and days aren't looking better on me
I'm intoxicated on wine and the moments we once shared
distracted by the sound of your silence, the stories we could have written
how do I tell myself that we were just a chapter,
and the rooms we shared are just a memory?



© auno