Regardless to the measurements of time,
yet I sustain a token of retentiveness...
retentive because I am hopeful of you,
hopeful that time will lead you into my doorway of desolation.
regardless to the obscurity of your thoughts,
I read that old missive letter...
missive because you swore you missed me.
And I wanted to believe,
everything I knew was in your boldness,
worthy of clumsy days, possesor of sleepless nights.
And your photograph questions the love, the glitz and the glimmer,
Don't you know you are the luminance, the shadow in my wall that shimmers?
And to wishful thoughts,
I'm leached to your photograph so unspeakable-- I'm incomplete,
perplexed to your incomparable aspect-- so bittersweet...
