Out of the dark corners, 

images of another time 

creep into the forefront 

of my mind.

 

Images of you and I

mix with the scenery.

Our bodies entwine 

in front of me.

 

Shining down, 

or seeping in,

blurring the focus 

of what actually broke us.

 

Layering conversations

our wanting to be held close,

I jump into the frame and breathe us in.

 

After a leap of faith,

I feel the sting from a slap in the face.

I question if I really ever had you by my side.

 

Unsure of what to do,

I figure there’s nothing left for us here

If all we have are streaming tears.