The look that’s you.

Pain..
An impossibility that once seemed invisible until you broke it off
Cry
The first of its kind..unique in every sense..every droplet tasted like age-old salt..lingering in my tongue smelling like grass weed
Kiss
A rare commodity to even ask for….a reward I don’t even think I deserve…sliding in my memory like the light posts I drive pass everyday…everywhere…all over…inside me
Grip
Drowned in your clasp…unexplainable…the dryness of my hands....the diffusing warmth….its in your eyes as well...holding me.
Words
Now far too finite…mute knives…screaming…your last stare.
End.