In this moment
I am drained with words
so, I let my heart speak.
I wish it wasn't so, like it
ceased to exist.
sometimes it becomes cold,
therefore I become cold.
Not because I can't find pleasure in anything, but because along with time
it decided to stop.
I am not dead nor alive, i feel no happiness nor sorrow,
I am just between the lines
In this state of unbecoming, I hold dear your image in my mind so I may be able to cross over to touch the light.
Grab my hand and do not let go, for you are all I have left to hang on to.
I imagine you, perhaps I'm not deserving of you but I always long for you.
Today, tomorrow and the next, you are a gift to me.
Now i shed tears, they flow relentlessly down my rigid cheek and wets my note pad with bliss where I have written your name.
So, I'll write with you as my muse, even the stars know of it where you were born.

© M.X.M