loneliness

It taste like a mouth full of salt water.
Lingers of rich aromas without the hope of their return.
It rings distantly in my ears
mocks with the chill of burnt out embers
It fills my head with detached words
and smudges my skin as I paint a temporary escape
it always outlast me, holding my breath
it grows the more I ignore it
devouring the colors fresh on the page
its a neighbor to all the eyes I gaze at
as greedy as the grave, unsatisfied with short encounters
"did not our hearts burn within us?"
and You remembering me remind me
that the deeper night pulls up her blankets
the nearer is the sun.