Vent

Glint and Glimmer

Is it childish yet I hold these notes so dear.
To feel as though you words, though I know it not true, still speak to me.
The memory of your statuesque form is glossy. A glimmer has settled, fossilized in the film
Forever repeating
I dream of a world in which I am standing in front of you. Facing you, Inches away from you. Not saying a word. Staring into your honey green eyes. I have always been able to see through you, into your truest reflection.
I've convinced myself this dream is hopeless and static.
That I can continue without longing.
Without seeing your face in the crowd, or feeling your hand against my face.
Hearing the melody of your voice, letting the notes caress me into submission.
The pain has made me immortal.
Immune to heart break, immune to disease and injury.
Nothing in the mortal world can hurt me as long as I have the memories.
As long as I remember that you were mine.
Your mask is crumbling, old friend.
Bare your colors for your world and let her bask in the rays of light that turned my flesh to marble. May she never know this feeling of longing and agonizing desire. Keep her warm, my flame. Keep her safe.
Right the wrongs of your past and be happy.
You deserve this much.