MUSE OF SHADOWS

Here I go again. I've written a hundred poems on you, I've ranted over a thousand desultory words in order to bridge the distance that separates us. I've mourned you with a million epithets, each of them bleeding with the unanswered emotions that overflow from the centre of my being, unable to reach the safe confines of home. H-O-M-E.  I'm so far away from home, and I've lost my keys to it anyway. I lost you. It's raining. Lightning and thunder dance together in symphony with my lonely heartbeat, and it aches to sing with yours. It misses the joy, it misses the companionship, it misses the sound of yours beating as one with mine, as I miss you. I'm drawing stupid emojis with the mist that has accumulated on the windowpane, while a section of my mind reflects on those days when your fingers were eclipsed with mine as we drew sceneries and stars and so much more with the same mist. Without you, I'm lost. I wonder oftentimes about that single mome...

I shiver and sigh from the coldness, the kind that seeps into your bones when you're devoid of human contact for an inconceivable period of time. I wouldn't recognize your touch on my skin if you were to appear before me now. I walk around the woods, looking for answers to unasked questions, trying to fit square pegs in round holes, hoping to breathe in the lively scent of lilacs in this death ravaged winterland. I know I'm looking for something, but I can't identify what it is. It starts to rain in the distance, as the clouds over the mountains release every iota of tears that they've collected from the dead souls in the valley, the dead souls who've forsaken the fight to survive because they've been overcome with misery so heavy that it could crush those aforementioned mountains. I can't help but feel the pull of the valley, as I'm pretty sure that somewhere inside me, beneath all those layers of sinewed armour and rock solid imbibition that c...