Words failing at every stroke of my hand
I pen letters that make no sense of thoughts
Sense of belonging is a destination not in my compass
I struggle to encompass the patterns of my brain
As the waves deepen with the silence

You were the poetry calmed my demons as they yelled in my head
The soothing harmony of the hummingbird 
chirping my morning to subliminal pleasure
The music that played even when muted

I write to hide the reality of the emptiness exposed by your absence
To hold on to the remains of you in me
Pretend your eyes are staring right at mine

Blue nights hover my blackened sky
My heart pours a meteor shower of red stars 
Stabbing my flesh as they fall to the ground for you
You, a ghost. 
A shadow that never left. Silent. A figment.

Blue nights, they companion my loneliness 
As the cityscapes halts with you and I on opposite end
Ends. End. . . The end.