How many times have you crossed my mind? Deep down in the buried parts of my soul, I still relive the echoes of you.
How can one forget and forge on when all I can seem to think about is the essence of you? Its after dark and I cant see past the sky.
In the land between dream and hope, we still live and remain. In the land between my fantasy and our reality, we still are.
I still feel you by my side. The rumblings of your heart still shake my core and all I wish to do is place my lips upon yours.
After dark, time seems to run away but these moments remain. After words and apologies, misguided notions and tragedy, we still are separately.
When will a skipped beat become a shudder and the sights become whispers. After dark, nothing else matters but this.
The loneliness and wanton, the debilitating cravings of my soul that are attempting to reach out to you.
How many times have I murmured your name? Calling for you to come, to stay, to say that nothing has changed.
Putting these words into existence is like peeling a layer of you away. The pain I feel finds no shame in being here. Despite everything, my wish is still.
Having you with me,
After dark...
