The Thought Of you

I've forgotten the skills needed
to turn the memory of you
out of my mind.
It's just there,
lingering in open space,
hovering overhead,
refusing to be quiet.

It calls to me,
slow and deliberate,
so my heart splits open
all over again,
my eyes burn.

It sings the songs that bring moments
up from their resting place
and sways me
to the notes that once guided your hands
over the curves
of my waiting flesh.

Their words are warped now
distorted by the silence,
the space that stretches wide
and wider between us,
where the thought of you
hovers overhead
with nowhere else to go.


© JMariah, 2010