aftertaste || poetry

015 - filling in between the lines

themes: loss, grief, guilt

tonight i'm not quite sure if

my greatest crime of all time

is not being able to save you

or not being able to remember you

how long can i hold on

to the memories of three months

when it's now been two years

and i can't recall before you left

tanned skin on the ocean waves

chocolate ice cream at midnight

laughter between the bed sheets

quiet strums and a gentle voice

the photographs that hang from my wall

look like two strangers staring back

you had a lifetime before me

how much of the truth did i see

in the short season we had

i thought i knew everything

but now that you're gone i wonder

do have anything left of you

how dare he take the innocence

of a supposed twilight dance

all i can think about now

is what was stolen from us

whispers in a secret attic

drunken stories of new years kisses

tears streaming over small failures

steady embraces that never end

yet here i am alone instead

gripping my shoulders until i break

red spilling on the floor like that night

visions filling in the blanks for me