Forever-- A Poem

[lunesque]

Everything is bitter against my tongue now;
The air is acrid
My fingers go through yours as though sliding through a ghost
And the only thing I can hold is your memory
[it is so cold here, in the aftermath of your
monosyllabic half-silence.
I still hear the warmth your voice once held and I wonder
why things change and the best always
fade away]

I have clung to the thin strands of woven hope
fighting to see us in the tapestry of stars.

You braided hope into my hair like the stems of bright flowers
now dying, now lost, like sandy footsteps against the incoming tide
and I remember the words you branded on my heart, your mark kept close
against the beating in my chest
The pulse sounds like 'I love you';
But the ocean says 'goodbye'.