I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Inopportune

You come to me in the most inopportune times.

In that twilight moment between dream and reality you squeeze your scent into.

I feel you, I smell you.

When darkness meets light.
I hear your breathing.

You are there, next to me.

I feel the light in my pupils and I reach for you.

The empty space that was you.