Whiffs Of NostAlgiA

Remnant

Our hearts are like the letters of the alphabet-
When alone;
very insignificant.
We all started as a whole, a full unlit cigarette,
Begging for emotional admission;
I'll be your applicant.

Have you ever played a secret game of hearts?
Passing messages along
-a broken down transmission,
Navigated by co-ordinates on vague water-stained charts.
The silence slowly concluding
-our subconscious ambition.

All eluding yet lovely and obscure intentions,
And yearning devotion in each other
-and Christ alone,
Clouded by our own fear and yet tactful circumvention;
Yet we know that together;
we are twilight with stardust in our bone.