In Every Heart...

flowers scattered
haphazardly throughout
my room
littered with memories
still smelling of Her,

radio obscured
in the morning haze,
a sound
barely audible
hums

She lies beside me
a phantom,
an indent on my pillow,
a figure in twisted sheets,
a passing glance

Fall's crisp air
bleeds into Summer's tired breeze,
like Her fingers
through my hair
ephemeral,

we forget,
we remember,
recreate
and transform
always
pausing,
always
swearing,
always
lost
and--

Her voice
from somewhere,
calls me back
an unreality- a memory
laden with memory-

the remains of a kiss
a fissure through a universe unseen
footsteps paired on a dance floor
a half empty glass of wine,
the two of us together
shaping worlds

And so it goes--