The lily lust of June makes me wonder if love could be the same without you. Twisted truths of agony and time tangle my path to reach. Relic hush of breeze cluster our sleep in the midnights. Moonlight breaks the whips of tragedy igniting a smoke with glimpse of your smile. Untouched books about beauty tune up the longing voice in me. Perfume bottles with floated cries decorate the stunned fear of moving forward. Brewing dark coffee in the afternoons measure the duality of wist and grief. Dials on the beige phone hinder on how your name spelled honey. Silent air in the house futile the stiches of next steps. Smudged ink on brisk pages recall the tale of my misfortune, our union. Dirt on your clothes visualize the damage for recovery. Bleached coasters in your drawer recall the patterns of your last breath. Two sided cassette left on the pavement symbolize the path l take to visit you, forever.