I turn over to the passenger seat and I try to see the side of your grin. I turn over to your side of the bed and feel for the dent upon your pillow. I see familiar smiles and close my eyes to see your mouth wide open in between sighs of laughter. I see sea blue in a person's iris and I fall to pieces. I hate time and its evil ways of stretching the distance between me and you. The control was in our hands when you were walking this earth, I could rest at sea in your arms whenever I wanted. But now time uses its trickery to present me with an impossible situation. I can't bare for time to erase your phrases but I can't withstand the time that I sit through the seconds.
When I'm least expecting the sensation of your memory I hear people chanting a familiar phrase without even realizing the consequences of one word. Little do they know when they project that hyphenated word in a unison scream, my world is crumbling over in the corner, upon that sinking cushion, inside that disguise of a blouse, underneath the beating chest, and within that panicked heart.
I miss you now, and evermore, more than any feeling I have ever known.
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