I dreamt of water

Randomness and heartache. But mostly randomness.

The night you left, I dreamt of water

Rippling, undulating sheets of blue

Exactly the same color of your eyes.

The sun glancing on it like an afterthought.

 

I carried the memory of you

Into my unconscious state:

The sugar-sweet cadence of your voice.

The bitter taste of your name on my tongue.

 

What happens when the whole of love suddenly disappears?

Is there anything left in its absence?

What happens when time ceases to matter?

Do the seconds fall away to oblivion?

 

Maybe I am like the after-image burned black onto a white wall

After the calculated obliteration of an atom bomb.

Maybe you are the forgotten ocean residing

In the barren recesses of my desiccated heart.

The End

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