clarissavibes

Two Years

Out of the blue pieces of you flutter through my thoughts 

Like fibers from a silk scarf I once had

Tattered and wispy

I grasp at them, tuck them in a pouch

They feel familiar, and I recognize them

I save them because I know they\'re mine

And I remember how it used to be

When it was brand new, when it felt like home

Before it became nothing

But wispy bits of silk fluttering in and out of my consciousness

Before the day I had your dust on my fingers, the weight of you in my hands