This is one of those nights when silence provokes your memories, when a memory is no longer a recall of a distant past and I’m willingly swallowed back in time where things made sense and colors were meaningful.
It is a night when my heart doesn’t ask for a sanction to grieve and weep.
It is a night when I calmly surrender to grieve.
It is a night when I sleep knowing that my eyes are in distraught for you and my heart is withering in your absence.
I close my eyes and peacefully taste the grieve in my veins hoping that only dreams will moist a dry heart.
Good night my love, I cannot turn back the time and cannot get the passed years to rewind,
I'll see you in my dreams tasting like honey and smelling like your wet hair.
I'll see you in my dreams tasting like honey and smelling like your wet hair.
I love you my love.
