I reminisce of our first moment

When our eyes first met

When our lungs inhaled the same air

First moments. . .

How momentary they seem to have been

Moments that now hang in the museum of our failed endeavour

I sit deep in the night

Busking in the silence of my thoughts

The taunting of your name as it hits between my walls

Echoing failed perfection

How could we have sucked so bad at this?

Sucked my love dry, now I watch you give it to her

She who does not know the tears that dripped

onto my shoulder when your hard-shell cracked and revealed your truth

She who has you at your best

While your worst was the beauty that fed my hardened heart

Holding on . . .

To memories of you and I as the days fade by

To poetry you mused even when unaware

Holding onto to the words that follow your aura

Words from the heart you still hold the keys to

Holding on to the ghost of you while she holds all of you

Letting go . . .

My soul running after you

My heart refusing to love another

How is it that we aren’t together yet I find myself loyal to you?

Letting go.