Silence and wistful glances stolen
Interlaced fingers loosen,
Let go

Fall apart

In the shadow of half-remembered whispers, the fading scent of vanilla musk and the brush of velvet; there are too many regrets, mirrored within endless mirrors, screaming out from within

Lost within the quickly-fading haze of your eyes,
the fragments of a lullaby,
of heat and a lingering breath
piece together a patchwork delusion
of memories, lies and far-off could-have-beens

(But patchworks are never authentic, never the same – it is in the little things that you realise, in the clockwise swirl, the scent of latte – and they fail to fill the void within.)

by Donna Aurélie

All constructive criticism is appreciated, particularly since this was written at one in the morning. Somewhat influenced by Carol Ann Duffy's 'I Remember Me'.