Unrequited
Memories play like projections
on the back of your closed eyelids;
each profound moment passed in the blink of an eye
but made you a shade different from the man you used to be.
The ghost of his warmth
heats up the back of your neck
and the reminiscence of his laughter
moves your lips into a small smile.
But they do not stave off the feeling
of your lungs missing within your ribcage
because your desolation and turmoil are also revived
by the moments you were not enough.
on the back of your closed eyelids;
each profound moment passed in the blink of an eye
but made you a shade different from the man you used to be.
The ghost of his warmth
heats up the back of your neck
and the reminiscence of his laughter
moves your lips into a small smile.
But they do not stave off the feeling
of your lungs missing within your ribcage
because your desolation and turmoil are also revived
by the moments you were not enough.