You've once held my heart in your hands

gently

like a dripping plum ripped open

all your obscene, twisted, deceptive dreams

unraveled between our lips

You touched me the same way my poetry flow in you

then suddenly

before I could even realize

I was an unfinished sentence

a song made by the deaf

bouncing between sheets and pillows

a cartilage

you no longer care to swallow

I search the world for someone who would fill in your void

but all of their shadows resemble yours

I find you in the october rain

I see your reflection 

scattered like marbles under the couch, forgotten, waiting

behind the curtain of the starless sky

I search for you in every words 

I wish I could write

in sudden awaken moments

the silent

velvet colored night

Slowly

I collect pieces of you

wind them into letters and lines

into the shade between white and black

and i know

you never left

Time has stolen the blush of your face

and gave itself a new name

memory.