When you remember me?
Does your tongue still chase the phantom divine,
A ghost of honey, lost in the garden of your teeth?
Does it taste just like your expensive wine?

I wonder if your eyes water,
Do your tear ducts weep at the phantom's touch,
A silent river, flowing where you once would blush?

Do you let the memories resurface,
like waves against the shore?
Do you?

Do your ears resound the whispers of my laughter?
Do your tympanic membranes vibrate with the echoes of joy,
as though nothing else mattered?

Do you let the memories resurface,
like waves against the shore?
Do you?

For me,
The callous feel of your palms,
Is imprinted in my mind,
Even now, your touch lingers,
like melodies of a psalm.
It flits across my skin,
A memory that seeps within.

But,
Your eyes have dimmed their glow,
My portrait has vanished from them,
Just a vision blurring, in the depths of woe.
I only see twin pools of stardust,
In a universe where I am lost.

Your voice, a haunting, distant chime,
Echoes in the hollow halls,
A siren song that calls my name,
Through empty rooms and silent walls.

The sound of your laughter resonate,
I still feel your callous touch, what a palpable fate.

It is a futile endeavor to erase, these imprints of you,
For forgetting is not a choice,
It is a means of survival in this emotional tomb.

Yet to you,
I
am
but
a
fleeting
breath.

Just
a
transient
figure
in
your
head.




© NeyahTheSibyl