Stop.
Rewind.
The world is going in slow-motion-
I think I'm falling with it
We're laying on the grass.
Your hands are in my hair, and my body is on top of you,
holding you close-
Nothing felt as close as we do
The tears,
They're falling.
They make their way down my cheeks, burning my skin to the touch
My hands are too frozen to feel anything
Hands,
My hands are held
Your hands are held
We are together, just like it would be
But it's not how it should be
The burning liquid destroys the photos I caress,
And I scream in protest
Although at this point,
All I can do is stare
Looming over me
In front of my blindfold
Your ghost permeates the air,
My soul fiercely protesting you
I once reached for you,
Now I reject you
9/14/16
