SOL: Snippets

I find myself floating through life
Descending into reluctant sinners’ caverns
Lipstick smudged and making loving to a bottle
Trying in vain to forget fingers brushing hair, mending scars
Strong arms wrapped around me twice as you whispered, “You’re beautiful.”

I find myself using cheap escapism techniques
Boarding planes to avoid the memory of you beaming at me like the sun
Your body wrapped around me like the moon, my celestial being
Scanning airports for your face with the futile hope
That you will come with hands full of every profession you choked down.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “This Poem Is Unfinished Business, Much Like You & I.