Seeds of light spilled out when they wished to torment the clouds.
Your farewell sooths me… Like a smooth stone leaving its prayer on my finger tips.
Memories whispered somewhere behind the shadows of the moon.
Covered in satin cloths, nothing mattered.
At least that was my thoughts as I lay in your bed exposed and ready to be taken.
Bare bones, cold, lying on the floor of an abandoned house.
I was the house; left neglected, and unneeded.
My soul spidering up a thread dampened in the rain; only to find nothing but disappointment.
Toward emptiness is where I drifted, where what seemed real dissolved in time.
The memory of summer diluted in regret.