don't know how to store love
in my heart again when I don't
want to fill those cracks in which
you still reside.
Each crack bleeds a different
poetry every night, painting a
new scar on my faded skin.

I don't know how to let any sound
in, when your song is still echoing
in that abandoned void in my chest.
Your voice falls on the dust of time,
spreading petrichor of your memories
in my dry veins.

I don't know how to look into
unknown pair of eyes when my
pupils crave for your reflection.
You melt out breathing ink from
my dead eyes as I look your face
in the moon every night.

I don't know how to let this air
touch my bare skin when my soul
is still wrapped in your aroma.
It is drunk on your presence and
lost in search of you, falling for
your absence.