I want you

I want you.

I crave you like the horizon craves dawn’s warmth.

For the way that insomnia claims my sleep,

my nails carve rivulets into my sheets.

If I could, I’d recapture you endlessly,

for the glory is not in winning but in the pursuit.

You are not a prize but an adventure.

You are the one who makes me run.

There are times when nostalgia claims the present

and I’m swallowed in your panic

as you hurry to restore our love

and I find myself sinking into despair.

But I love you, I do.

My heart empties into your reality, your creation.

I despair when I see you but I’m dead when I don’t.

Those old songs lie, I don’t want to be forever attached.

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder

but it makes the skin forget the tender touch.

It makes the ears forget the undertone,

forget the warmth of quiet sighs.

It makes the eyes forget the beauty

of everything you are.

It makes myself forget the beauty

of all the paths I forged for you.

Time makes not an empty heart.

It only recreates a forgotten rapture.