Ryan_Park1929

A whisper from candlelight flickers and
Fades like your voice upon leaving,
The sheets a concave with my arm
Resting in it, a molten hysteric void,
Next to a half-empty bedside still undone,
Colder than the room with your warmth

Summer stretches my skyline into strands,
A cut cloth of breeze scrubbing against me,
Rain no longer clinging a cold hug and the
Drawn-out reflections of Sun hitting windows

Like rays seeping through the cracks of my