if i squint i see you,
when i don`t , my eyes reflect your image
when inhaling i smell your aura
sometimes i don`t breathe so i can store your scent inside me longer,
my lips keep on searching this warm, volatile texture of your lips
But it`s always tear molecules
they are abruptly crashed into..
my cold cold limbs, feel like numbed
after long time embracing emptiness
that is the cheeriest one amongst them,
it`s the holder of memories
so it can still float on happy moods
and after all i think that heaven is left only in my mind...
verses by Eni Turkeshi