Memories that flood the sky,

memories that drown you and I.

Inhale.

Exhale.

No one forgets how to breathe.

I feel them tickle at my skin,

the need you bring to life.

The haunting.

Pale fingers.

Cold, white.

A florescent phantom.

A sweet gesture,

a quiet whisper.

You're screaming out my name.

Nightmares

and train fares.

The waters rising still.

And inbetween your fingers,

the lace intwines us here.

Do you remember how to breathe?

Your lips bleed the oxygen I need.

Again and again.

The craving never cures.

In the silence,

in the darkness,

I dream of taciturn,

endless shores.

We're standing on the edge

and when you push me-

I pray you catch me

as the sundown disappears.