Nothing makes sense today.
Before me, words break down into a constant mumble -
like the continuous sound of a spinning fan.
In the blur of a busy street,
would you stop if we passed.
Let our eyes linger and meet for one final second.
Just smile
at remembrances of us together,
and leave me again
with that dazed head
drunken on flitting memories,
falling like crutches as they escape me more.
I can hardly remember the degrees of blue in your eyes
or the purr of your voice speaking to me.
I know the sun burned my cheeks
and late in the afternoon
I fell asleep on the lawn chair.
You longed to touch my cheek,
stop my laughter for brief moments,
but you were afraid the tension between
us, would crumble.
Probably.
When I try to remember
my breath hesitates
- It's 6am - June 12,
but still,
nothing makes sense.