Paper Rose

I was beside you today, wrapped my arms around your image in my mind, spoke to your silhouette, in an abstract, bright corner of my thoughts. Our skins were so close to each other.
 
I could smell your words, I could hear you smile, I could see the deepest desires dribble down those eyes like tears from the harshest pains and best elation.
 
I wanted to hide those eyes in my hands, protect them, preserve them. I wanted to kiss those lips, be one with them, like immiscible spirits losing themselves in a oneness.
 
But somewhere, this dream was brittle, like petals of a dead flower. I found the distance between us, it was a gaping chasm, a gorge pitted with the rotting cadavers of hopes not yet dead.
 
Why could not I touch you even when our skins were so close, why could not I see your words fill my eyes, like the morning light in a valley. Why do I see you floating away like a paper boat in drying stream.
 
Why cannot you stay a bit longer, till I have filled my breath with your image, my eyes with your hazy colours. I shall not persist beyond that, I shall then become one with you, in your heart in your soul.
 
I search for you in my prayers, in my recluse, like vestiges of my past, like dusty old dreams. But you are not there. Lost somewhere in my simpleton mind, but I know you are close, like the early morning glow, like the warmth on a winter's day. I know you are there, I know you shall come.