Void

Stolen kisses in dark alleyways desperately grappling at anything to drown loss

Seeking a collision of touch among glass shards and lost forgotten remnants of the day

Chaotic impulsive decisions overwhelm shadowing all thought

Playing at seeking something, anything, just to fill….

Touches become oil, leaving a residue wherever they lay, leaving a distinctive stench

A torrent of memories fills the mind the nostrils fill with stale cigarettes and wet leaves

Recognition that this too has failed to mask the ache

Is there nothing? No soul that can dull the ache?

Flashes of light begin to overpower, echoes of HIS touch begin to take over vision

His mouth on skin sending electricity tingling up the spine followed by shallow breath

The recollection of how his bare skin felt against mine

Now only a reminder of the life he left behind

My body becomes heavy as I sink back into my skin, his touch eluding me

I fall into my bed, plummeting into the depths of my mind, stop…rewind…play

This hollow sensation begins to be all that I know

As I lay here with the void of what used to be.