Days of You

There are days when everything is you.

Dark mornings are greeted by your face as it drifts away on the gossamer strands of dreams.
Long hours are broken into pieces by the chords of songs I’ve never known, but can sing along with anyway.
Moments of distraction as your name floats through the air, tickling at the memories that are never buried deep enough.

There are days when thoughts of you consume me, tease me, make me ache for the past, and hate the future.

There are days when everything is you. Days that tattoo themselves onto my soul and spark a flame that has nowhere left to burn