His voice mellifluous
my overwhelming limerence
the serendipity that was our lives
the epoch that was our window
the ethereal that surrounded us when you looked in my eyes
now i lay here
supine and solitude
surrounded by petrichor,
with nothing but an epiphany
rubbing my eyes
instead of you all i see is phosphenes
in total oblivion
it was ephemeral and eloquent
and the denouement of us was unknown and totally ineffable.
