i. this is my first day of missing you. the sun has risen, and here i am on the same shore, with the sand beneath my feet and the waves kissing my legs. the image of you drifting out to sea, away from me, burning into the back of my eyelids. what a childish dream it was of mine, that I would believe that I would never have to let you go.
ii. were you any more than a dream? your skin that I mapped beneath my palms, your eyes that were my only skies. once i looked up and saw the sun and the moon and the stars. but from the moment you came all those that were celestial melted into your face.
iii. all those promises you whispered in the dark; you spoke of a woman, Penelope? you said you loved her. i loved you too.
iv. they say that our love was toxic; but the thing I miss most were our close-lipped kisses.
v. i always woke before you. when the rosy blush of dawn reaches out and begins to caress my feet, my eyes are already open. yours were always lidded, like drooping petals in a lazy summer’s night. but when they opened, it was as if the blossoms have begun to bloom in full brightness.
vi. remember me, will you? i’ll give up every one of my sleepless nights weaving till my fingers bled, for me to stay behind your closed eyes.
vii. was I not as soft as the nymphs? as tempting as the sirens? unlike those creatures of torture and passion I truly loved you.
viii. tell me: when you touched my face, who were you imagining me to be? calypso, or another beating heart waiting for you to come home?
viv. hypnos, I pray you put me in eternal sleep: for if I cannot die, let me dream away all of eternity.
x. i will miss you forever.