The Salt of Your Skin Against My Silence
They say the sun is a liar. It promises warmth but leaves
Modern Romance
The Static Between Heartbeats
Thump. Thump-thump.
My pulse is a runaway train, erratic and loud against
The Scent of Morning Tea and Your Secret Smile
The morning mist still clings to the tea leaves like a soft,
The Fragrance of Waiting
The city is loud, but here, the wind speaks in whispers.
I
The Geometry of a Sweet Breath
In this city, colors are merely lies told by the neon. I
The Last Frame of a Melting Memory
The air in the city tastes of ozone and burnt sugar, a
The Amber Hour: A Lingering Echo of Us
The river doesn't remember my name, but it carries the
The Geometry of a Shared Breath
I am not looking for the sun; I am seeking its ghost.
The Amber Hue of a Lingering Goodbye
The city breathes in shallow gasps tonight, its neon veins pulsing with
The Second That Never Ended: A Chronology of Warmth
In the grand workshop of existence, I am but a gear caught
Patching the Void with a Soft Glow
The city outside my window is a malfunctioning circuit board, pulsing with
The Geometry of a Lingering Breath
I have always believed that memories are just ghosts we choose to
