Scorching Abyss Magician

Of someone no longer here

Nor dead but as a faint memory

I dont wish ill Unto them

Only the ever palpable unconditional love

That they are in far better environments

Than when we last left off.

I will not reach for my phone to dail

Or to clear my throat to say

"Happy birthday"

Instead ill wish it

Silently

Praying you found all you seeked

Beckon thee

The tongue cuts

Within still waters

Of the glittery cosmic ether

Who of them are eager

To sip from the chalice

Of invitation invocation amongst

With your dilated pupils

This spine slowly encased

By your whispers of frost

My cardiovascular palpitations

Send rhythmic pulses

morse code

synchronization

Of my yearn for you

Your faint phantom lingers

Imprints into my arm and hand