Valediction of a hopeless lover

The air is filled with so many silent tales
between you me and all the others.
My world is darkened by your absence.
Your memories (our memories) glow like the dying embers of the sunset,
they settle as if to never be seen again until I hear the sound of your voice beeming in from the other end of a cell phone,
the static sound mimicking rain showers as I try and catch your breath.

The wounds that I thought had healed of past ideas of you smile at me now.
My battle scars widen and turn again everytime
I yearn for another version of an existence I never led.
Do you see me here on this bed,
feel me needing to caress every inch of your face,
drown in your eyes like lovers do and revel in being lost into the thought of being lost in you.
Perhaps passion abondoned me a past relationship ago and reason went unwillingly when it came to things that I think the idea of love should not forego...

I don't know where it hurts anymore.
After all the wars, I don't want to fight anymore
I fold into myself as if hoping to be reborn by morning
But time renders me motionless when it comes my emotions.
Yet I wish you were here still, telling me sweet wive's tales, for expererience has taught that they are no longer just reserved for the old.

I still rise with the thought of your fingers lingering in my hair...and before long it will Be the next year.
The sun will rise on the double paned windows.
I'll blow some air and draw a heart as the snow falls.
Maybe it will be a dream and maybe one day reason will come back to me, fix what love broke
the last time...the last time, or so I had hoped.