Chapter 65: Heaven

I’ve known no heaven
Save rose colored hair
Draping across my skin
The silk, the smoothness of her
Pining, she pined for something
Lost before she could give breath
To the thought which would contain
It, such an absent stare
In the green windows, I spin
As I gaze into them, they offer
No respite, just a glimmer to which I cling
With every little death
I find in her embrace
Clinging to me for some sense of stability
A constant in a world that doesn’t allow
Anything to act as one
So beautifully scarred
I enduringly trace
My hands over her entirety
Not quite understanding how
She can so easily affect the tone
Of my reality and every shard
She whispers so sweetly in my ear
I can’t describe what she means to me
She has no way to know
The words let me down
No other heaven could appear
No other path do I see
I wish I could show
But I lack every verb and noun
Necessary to say to her
How I truly feel
Through rose hair my fingers stir
And I hear a seemingly distant wheel
Ever turning without ending
She smiles so pleasantly
Not knowing how she’s rending
Every single piece of me
With the subtle vacancy
I’ve caused above sits heaven
I count my breaths to seven
Before I meet her gaze into me
Seeking who she was In what she is
The heaven in my reality thins