My dearest companion,

I thought that I felt my love.
On every inch of my body,
Crawling up my spine, like an electrical signal to my brain.
Dancing upon my fingertips with such ease. This love.
Only to see myself caressing your skin.
Only to hope to breathe in your presence.

This will be the last time I hear your heart.
For I must move on.
This will be the last time I feel your voice.
For I must let go.
This is the last time I will utter any words.
For I must forget.

I thought that I felt your love.
Sweating out each of your pores.
In every crevice of your body.
Melting upon each of your lips.
Engulfing every inch of your smile.

This will be the last time I grasp your hands.
For my life has taken an anticipated new reality
This will be the last time I eavesdrop on your voice.
For my life has made some sudden changes.
This will be the last time I believe we still have a scientific term for this love.
For my life has rejected this sensation to last.

I thought I could trust this love.
Just as deceiving as an optical illusion.
Only to be stuck with insignificant descriptive sentences.
To become punch drunk with each fading recollection.

This will be the last time I spare a memory for this -- that love.

*comes out of emo trance*

yea. kudos