Watching the sun slip behind the clouds, the waning of the light.
The onset of night, stars breaking free from their daytime prison.
How did I become so weak? Did I miss something? At your feet with a glance or a touch... begging for a sound, an acknowledgment. And terrified that I'll get one.
Where do you go? You slip fom me like water thru my fingers, like dew from a petal as morning turns to noon.
Is it him? Is that where you run? Did you see him across the street and break? Fragment at the slightest notion of him? Or is it just that I am the moon and you are the sun... a forever chase in the sky. Where do you go?
I sit and wonder, a constant exercise, what is it? What have I done? I have tasted the sweat from your skin and held your breath in my mouth, on my tongue... been wrecked by your embrace. Then you're gone. Watching you go as if you were never truly here... simply an apparition that dissipates as it flees me down my street. Leaving only a weight behind that tricks the mind and twists the soul. A simple indention on the couch I cant really explain, but makes me cry. So where do you go? Why do you go? What if I cant follow? What of me then? No answers... just that lingering shadow in the doorways and corners of the rooms I occupy. Chased away by shards of light, breaking through the windows... washed away, leaving the rooms colder, empty. I have torn a whole inside for you to stay, for you to hide and keep me... but for the life of me I cant fill it. Where do you go?
I could have sworn I heard you say, "I love you".