Distant Enlightenment

The days spent in your arms, and on your lips, are my enlightenment. You personified heaven. Nirvana was to possess your glowing soul. Your scent lingers on my belongings. A stray hair floats into my grasp. My skin remembers your altering touch. Dynamic curves are imprinted across my awareness. The hour of your departure inflicts me. I had meant our union to be permanent. West? East? Where do I begin? The lingerie hanging in the bathroom has vanished. A photograph? A song? What do I have left? I feel a darkness shading my mood. How can I keep it from haunting me? My feelings are like a gull, caught in a storm, lacking a safe place to land. A deep, unsatisfied hunger for you has engulfed my appetite. I have only recollections now. Maybe they will sustain me.