If I had known
that all the pictures I have of you
would someday become
tiny pieces of my heart
slivers and shards of
a shattered soul,
I would have taken a million.
Every blink, every breath.
Every movement of your mouth would
be captured on my camera, and pasted
on my walls. I would cover this home
with your essence, and no space would
be without your smile.

But I keep what I have,
hidden, within the confines
of my heart. There, you are plastered
and throb with my own beat.
A constant rhythm of all that I had,
in your perfect image.

Someday, I hope to explode.
I hope that all I have of you will
expand, and float out into the sky.
And with it, I will go, to find your real face
and my destiny behind it.

I miss you.

07/04/2008

Author's Note: Almost two months...and my world is still on pause.

Posted on 07/04/2008
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