Shadows crashing through dimensions.
Absent smiles drifting into metaphors.
A shapeless mist, a lenient emotion
slowly sinking into words.
Moments dragged out into devious tales.
Escapades tied in to conversant skies.
Sighs muted by their own voices
like eyes drowning in their own vision.
Lungs shrivelling into pea pods
like leaves in a withering gale.
Silences that dig into days
leaving heart shaped holes behind.
This is what you do.
And, how quaintly beautiful
and wonderfully sad it is,
that you don't seem to know it, yet.