Not Me, Anymore

And even in the rain

When you hold my hand

Your fingertips on my wrist

I feel them waiting for someone else

Your heartbeat is still melodious but so much different from mine. 

We lost our synchronization.

Your speeding breath absconds away,

In search of another soul, 

That is how the sight unfolds in my head.

Your aura is at unrest when near mine and you are not my home anymore

Yes, you used to be. 

Used to be the place I came back to,

Every end of day

To tell my tales and mend my ways, 

But you hardly seem a friendly sight anymore.

I barely recognize that crack in your voice, it looks for another listener, not me. 

Not me, anymore.