The days I burn at both ends are the days where my mind is plagued the most. I sit here willing away the hours, begging for even just a moment for my breath to be returned. The silence stunted by my sewed shut lips turns my tongue to ash most days and I find that only the slow tapping of the keys can sooth the ache of longing and want.
Of the things I could give you while you were gone, the least I could give you is this. My life pales and fades to the grey you had found me wadding through before you. Without your colors, without your light, everything seems a muted disappointment to those brief times where I can almost feel your arms wrapped around me.
I cling to the jigsaw pieces of the past between us.. I pull together things where vague memories seemed to brighten spots of pictures I have of you in my dreams. I collect all of these things like sea shells on a beach, just to hold you colors close to me.
Presently I wait.. walking through day after day, forcing one step to mimic the other, dancing with and without the music, knowing the cords to all the songs, knowing the patterns to all the steps, but the darkness is heavy without you. Fireflies in a jar spring small glimpses of light to the places where I find your memories, to the hope I hold that you'll come back to me..
