in the sunless weather of the freezing winds, i see the fainted clouds that reverberate some caresses of your hands on my back in the form of constellations.
i look up, gaze for some nanoseconds, and i see, the stars, and i realize that, how stellar distances apart we are. and i, unknowingly wonder you speaking to me that these glimpses, of the caresses are only a mark of the past measured in light years.
i never knew about light years only after you've told me that they are used to measure light travelling in vacuum in one year. you, you are my light. and i miss you each day, in a regular pattern of three hundred and sixty five or sixty six days.
my bones radiate starlight and it feels like the universe, you - my universe, has collapsed somewhere deep in them.
i remember the taste of those tinted lips which smelled of psychedelic smoke that made me nostalgic of a love that wasn't meant for me, but happened to me.
the phosphorescence of the silver light wrapped me in its breath, and somewhere i heard a voice, your voice my forgotten love, that made my ears numb, my mouth silenced, my body trembling, and my heart stuffed with an unknown, strong desire, a known longing, and an image of arms in arms, and an irresistible anxiety to be again in those arms.
the wordless feeling, that felt upon my unstable mind, made me reminisce of the persistent memories of a forgotten love, a love that remained in my heart, in the form of, nostalgia; that i saw in stars, sky, silence, and skins.