An Alluring Death

Losing someone you never had.

The loneliest of lights,
from the smallest of stars,
comes on me tenderly,
illuminating the pages
scattered on the bed.

Looking through your words,
I couldn't find the answer that
I sought for so long.
Evidence of a love I imagined,
of endless images of your mouth,
kisses so gentle they felt
as if from a summer breeze.

All the pieces fit perfectly.
My hand on your chest,
your touch on my skin,
my eyes closed, lips parted
as I exhale my pleasure.
We pulled each other down,
drowning in our ocean,
an alluring death.

Verses spilled from my pen,
conjuring a reality
that fooled me.
You were my possession
only on paper,
never anywhere else.
The words are stained
by the liquid emotion
falling on the pages.