Moments (freestyle)

Rays of sunlight shimmer over my window each morning. 

Bright days-days beckoning for new beginnings, for me to make a difference.

But I bury any emotion of trust and focus. 

I deafen the sounds of enlightenment. 

Those thoughts of being better- I've sponged them out of my fogged memories.

You don't know, how empty it is-my soul-writhing in pain each time you come up. 

You give me a glimpse of your face and my heart shatters.

I fear I have no more shards left to repair it into a whole. 

How can I start over... 

How can I tell myself I am happy. 

Every chasm of my mind cracks and shivers whenever I breathe your name.

The light-that twinkle that you always loved-it fades every time I see your face.

My lips-the ones you always held in a smile-they're forever pursed and shut in order to keep the screams of sorrow from erupting deep from within my charred soul.

This face-this face you once held and loved-is forever clenched in a permanent grimace of pain and loathe for its owner.

This poignant odium I hold for myself... 

I feel it when I think of you. 

I am empty.

Empty.

When I think of the moments I had with you.

Moments... that I will never recover.

Your memory is like that of fading chrysanthemum in summer's scorching tendrils.

Give me back our buried moments. 

Give me your memories. 

You are fading, and I fear I may with you. 

Let this feeling be one of mutual recognition for us both.