Posting notes directly from my journal again. I guess it just seemed preferable to starting my homework. I also miss someone.

I do not know why this ability was given
To me, of all people
To unravel the sweet mystery
That is your guarded heart

It should not have been mine.

And yet it is the natural language of my gaze
Peering through incandescent layers
Of gossamer and vanity
Seeking what you are
As it bleeds through what you were and will be,
What you fear, what you think, what you hope to become
Running my hands through hair like cropped silk–

I could still see the imprint of your form beside me
When ultimately, I woke alone.