The Book of Unforgotten Words

Storms Remembrance

I awake in a cold sweat to dusks reunion long gone

The atmosphere outside feels charged with anticipation, as though the world itself were holding its breathe

A storm is brewing upon the horizon of the night, slowly yet immensely shrouding the heavens in a blanket of blacks and grays, scarcely recognizable against their dark contrast

Though I am not so blind as I can feel its presence, as I always have

It is nights like these that manifest my deepest memories, encompassing me within their lulling embrace

Reminiscences of you on the phone with me, while we talked about everything and nothing all at once

Whilist I spoke of the beauty in which flowed from the pores of your very skin and you, utterly intoxicated upon the passion that we created, smile knowingly at our own mortality

Both of us well-knowing we shan't forget our union here and now within all of its vociferous tangibility

It was nights like these that reminded me of what true strength really is

Too be capable of not slaying ones demons, but to invite them to dinner

For within your presence even they dressed up and behaved

Though it is nights like this that demand fealty to the magic I was taught

As such gift doesn't come freely

It is nights like this that birth remembrance of who I used to be, that kind and gentle man that wasn't so hesitant when he gazed upon the world

And darling, I have you to thank for that

Though as the storms front crashes over the surface of my features, I cannot help but smile solemnly

As it is nights like this that remind me of what it is like to wield tenacity and sew miracles at the touch of my fingers

It is also such that reminds me of what I forgot

For being truly strong is a discipline I hold dear

Though I know that I am not

Not anymore