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 limbs..
my cold cold limbs, feel like numbed
after long time embracing emptiness
my mind..
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