The taste of your presence still lingered on the tip of my tongue
The I love you’s that stuck to the things you left behind
Your delicate touch; spread throughout the old bed sheets
Reflections that failed to refract the everlasting affection between us
Pretty lies that slipped through your teeth into the cracks of my instability; secrets not even kept by the most elastic of brace
Ocular organs of that of dam; in which we so heavenly trust to not burst
Yet your gleaming eyes as of a dam, are fixed in the desert; dry at the sight of my suffering
My desire for your return not only varies upon your ability to quake away my insecurities, but to keep away my forever fear; your departure.