March 27 2026-10:55pm
My body is slumped at my desk. I stare at the ceiling. Dissociated from the world.
But my soul—sits cross-legged, peering down from a peak, nearly the range of Niagara Falls,
Distant.
And transfixed on elegance, how the sky dissolves—horizon, then mist and blue. With landslide, careening into cityscape. How blue covers what feels like a 3,000 kilometer drop—depth disappearing into a dust bowl.
That blue expanse, draws me back without permission—
I am haunted by:
-Our silhouettes against its sunset.
-Your warmth pouring through your sweater into my skin.
-How your happiness continues to leave signatures in my face, proof that it too lives here.
-My ray of sunshine with soft blue…
Eyes that carried a sweet dizziness, a fragrance that escaped mid atmosphere as living souls tangled lazily in light, delighting in joy for our own company, drinking in the blue, the vastness,
The distance.
Darling, all of it…banished by a deplorable memory,
I cannot reconcile.
So I stare coldly at this dull paint and boxed in ceiling. My spirit jarred by the Kilimanjaro drop from its serenity— listlessly falls into rumination—and wonders…at the bitterness of your memory.
You once felt so beautiful.