my blood is frozen
in a rivulet of crimson
rues decaying all of
my thoughts that weren't
struck by those aureate
eyes of yours.

(--i could see the
glisten of the kisses
from last summer in
them--)

my heartbeats throb as
i sway myself to the tunes
you loved to move
yourself to.
i would never hate the
melodies you used to hum
along with.
these walls still echo
of how you enunciated
every lyric; as it rolled
down your sugar lips;
drenching me in
musical pleasure.

(--i'm smiling but,
i've never been
more lost.--)

my bed is scattered
with rose petals and
soaked in your scent.
something tells me
i would never wash
the sheets.