Drifting

I can still recall

The last time I looked into your eyes

The last time I inhaled your perfume

The last time you said I love you

I still don’t know if you even meant it

But every part of me wants to believe you did

Yet it seems impossible

How can you love someone you were destined to leave

Love cannot be destroyed in such succession

There is a context in which love can be forgotten

But there was no such thing with us

Just a deadly silence

In the place of butterflies

That used to roam freely in my stomach

I wonder if you remember that first night

When I saw you

Standing in front of the birch forest

Covered in an oblivion of snow

I wonder how I missed it

How I was so blind to the signs of destruction

That always followed our broken souls

To be young and broken confuses ones heart

To thinking it can be mended by another

Who understands the pain

Simply by experiencing it themselves

Yet without an understanding of ones internal self

There is no opportunity for honest connection

Simply distraction

From the lack of love for ones own