The dark shutters across a pinpointed canvas and rolls over the valleys of the waining sunlight as it exits off into the distance. My eyes breach through the space and distance of the passing moments attempting to find a glimpse of meaning. The smell stings through the pores of my senses and bites as it cascades down my limbs clear to my throbbing toes. There is only ashes left from your shadow as it stretches across my mind, and through the windows of my thoughts. It's clear, the memories of your touch as they parade around my crimson shaded pupils that seem to ooze down my cheek bone and off into the oblivion that will never be named. It is timeless, it is infinite, and in some capacity finite. The drought of this despair rises like a wave to crash time and time again over the tops of my heart and squeezes the air and all that's around it, tactfully suffocating the breath of hope. This is the wake of your absence, this is the after shock cascading through the corridors of my skin. It's all I have felt. This is all I have know. An ever present and familiar stranger rummaging through halls of my sanity and smashing all hope. It is horrifically pleasant.

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