Come Back Home

Your fingertips 

Still tap dance

On my brain stem

Like the circus 

That comes to town

From time to time

Your laugh and your smell

Long linger after your body

Evaporated into contortionist arteries,

And though I may dull my senses

With formaldehyde,

You still burn yourself

On my Inchworm ghost.

Beating lies into the void,

Since you have been gone

There is no one 

Left to scratch the itch it leaves.

With every pump of my existence

So I'm left digging holes

In my skin 

That will never scar.

Now at the frontier, I pay my visits,

It's my favorite residence for a vacation.

To nudge at the borders in silence.

At the horizon, lies the memories of a car ride

Of the last summer night.

Your voice in a flashback

Rings a bell of dismay,

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

How do I love again, my dear?

I stare at the sunsets hoping the sun would disappear,

For it was you that was brighter than fire.

I dream of engulfing in depths of another,

But wrapped around in the arms of another beautiful liar,

My insides still ache for you.

Turbulent like the oceans of blue,

That is still the thought of you.