Eleventh Hour


I search for you in sunsets
behind the cotton-candy colored clouds,
or in the sun-stricken trees.
Blossoming like the buds during spring,
like I blossomed for you.
I listen for your laugh when the waves crash,
and crave your touch when it rains.
My heart beats like the thunder
outside your windowpane,
and I can hear yours just the same.

Each exhale like the breeze,
how I wish I could hear you breathe forever.
and memorize you like a song,
translating your body into poetry,
so maybe one day I could learn to understand
how your eyes whisper parables
and time unravels our being
Letting us fall into the myth of oblivion.

Summers gone by, we're fine apart.
A few years too late,
and there's a spark.

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