My love,

some mornings

I see your rain-soaked face

(wet, wet hair, and cloudy eyes)

in my reflection

in the mirror

which hangs by my bedroom door

and my heart spreads its wings

if only for a moment

My love, I often think

of the way your warmth

felt on my skin

when you told me

that you felt like your body was

made up of nothing

but music

and though I couldn't hear your song

(I tried hard, I really did)

I smiled

And my love, I want to walk the thousand miles

Which lead to your house

and tell you

that the concept of love

is eternally flawed.

It's too forgetful to be a forever

too deep to disappear

it's endless

yet it ceases

and when ours came to a stop

you ended and

I began

How does one lose a person?

Crumpled up papers lie in the bottom of her bag-hundreds of notes she has written, but never sent. I run my fingers through them, too hesitant to open them up, as it feels too much like an invasion of her heart-the heart that has long forgotten its way.

The smell of her-roses, with a hint of cinnamon, lingers on every piece of paper and I take a deep breath inhaling the hidden words. I never knew she had so much to say. I put her bag down, and make my way to the stained glass window at the corner of the room, prying open the window panes.

These days, I seem to find traces of her everywhere and anywhere I look. Old, faded black and white photographs--her face captured mid-smile, mid-word, mid-frown, constantly moving from the middle to the end. Broken bottles of glass, stained with blood-also hers, litter the alleyways behind her house.

She tried to keep her grief a secret, but it coats and stains every surface of every room she walks into. Her sadness is so infectious that I can feel it burning under my skin, singing inside my bloodstream. She is within me, but she is lost. She is everywhere, but she is never at home. I want to find her, I have to catch her. But when I run, she sprints. I leap, she soars. She is nameless, and I am flightless. So I pick up the faded paper notes she will never remember again, and burn them all to dust.