Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poems&Pictures: Gravity

I can still see the veins that lined your hands. I can still see your eyelashes that brushed against your cheeks. 

I wish I were blind. 

I can smell the lavender I put in your hair and the wine you spilled on your white shirt. 

I cannot stand the smell of grapes.

I can hear your voice, like a symphony with perfected notes, although I was never your conductor. 

I close my ears to all the music in the world now.

I can still feel you, shoulder bumping up against mine, the rolling of my stomach like losing gravity.

I haven’t found my balance since.

 But most haunting is that I still taste you, 
lingering on my tongue, waking with the remnant of you in my mouth.

As if you never left.