Sigh Novels

The room shifts and my skin is singed.

My fingers, rubbing the sheets, trace the secrets of life. 

A realm I can only find with you, but the treasures

Only glitter. I can never touch the spell 

You’ve cast on me.

Our bodies whisper sweet nothings and lies. Our breath

Is a chorus that shakes the foundation to the core.

The sun screams as we sigh novels

Into the air, our talents wasted. 

Our potential has become kinetic, leaving our beings and dashing

To those more deserving. I strain and reach

As it escapes me.

My once whispering fingers bleed tears of failure 

As my dreams stroll arrogantly away.

They never look back.

You envelope me and I am left with nothing.

But you.