Awoke in a rush,
The motion kept an advancing pace,
As to leave much,
To the hands that guide this race,

My love was leaving,
With open wings on metal ships,
Fleeing me with a ticket to loneliness,
Her departure left me sedentary
Aloof,soaked in the smell of her sheets,

Her scent was infatuated with my memory,
The two would hold hands,
Til the sun lost all of its energy,

We faced opposites as we spoke,
But words seep through clever edges,
For thirsty ears seeking treasures,
At depths the heart can't measure,

She would be back half a fortnight,
But this length of time,
Played dominoes in my mind,
Ever tilting the next thought,
To indent the mental vault,

Dented and dented,
til I almost resented the perpetual,
motion of solitudes envelopment,

I stood outside,
breathed air from which she was now estranged,
alone and laying in wait,
Drowning in my sublime,
realizing in time our paths would align,

She is my last breath in life's lung,
my only light when the dark comes,
the last meal before this neck is hung,

And she will be the only one..
that I will ever love