Fingers caressed my face grown full-cheeked with costly
compliments.
You told me you would always remember this room
and bring my image to the forefront no matter the space
and time.
I held my breath because it was yours too.
We weren\'t young or brand new at this;
you were in love with love long lost.
I trembled beneath your touch and still more at its awful
absence.
When we ached it was always together.
I possessed you but you were not my possession.
Rugged, raw, rough; a lover I could lose,
I kept trying to keep a piece of you.
Never enough until it\'s over and I can\'t escape.
No saving soul; you only gave,
while I was irritable, impatient, reckless and unready.
How I cared, but never asked anything of you;
just wanted to be free and yours,
supported by you, uplifted, elevated above the mundane.
You were so high but you couldn\'t pull me up too.
Down in dreary depths I gazed upon you like the glittering
sun;
at once necessary, but unattainable.
You chose each time to shine.
When you were gone I waited in darkness;
certain to survive but not sure I wanted to.
What is survival without the sun to strengthen and soothe?
Would I sink back down to the commonplace?
Would anything else ever be enough?
I don\'t ask you these questions, merely the cold air;
any answer would be arbitrary,
just to bask in you while you abound
and remember you when you\'re gone.