A Place Called Space

There's a place called space
Located deep inside my shrivelled heart,
Where lost fragments of memories go,
Where time remains stock still, ever unmoving.

Sometimes, I enter this place inside my heart called space,
I hear things, forging the abstract to be in some way, tangible.
Familiar yet foreign sounds: grape-gum chewing, infectious laughter,
Tensioned silence. ...sometimes I hear your voice there too...

Are these delusions, illusions? Or are they hallucinations?
A whiff of your scent.
A smouldering brush of your hand.
A lingering of a meeting of mouths.

Amongst other objects I have lost,
Objects that have been wrangled mercilessly and involuntarily from me,
Amongst missing diaries and torn photographs,
I find a little yet, precious piece of you.

Amidst the shadow of despair and frustration hanging upon me
I still manage to find you in all this emotional mayhem.
Amidst the clutter and disorder - my heart's demolition and renovation,
I find a piece of you in a pile of debris and detritus.

Why do I tread this rocky land, when it saddens my heart so?
Because...
It reminds me, comforts me, holds my hand,
Lightens my heavy heart, satiates my hunger for...you.

With these pieces of you
I attempt to repair my broken heart.
This place called space inside my heart,
I've sorted this mess and tanglement of emotions out.

This place called space inside my heart is
Made of pieces of you
Reserved for you
Filled only with you.

Love
Bi.
Blogged @ 12:02 AM
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