Gone

One day silence will be what connects us

And the footsteps we planted gently will be covered over 

Gone will be the only traces of you and I 

One day you will reach for my words 

Waiting to feel a smile creep across 

Your face 

But all you will feel is the catch of your breath, the empty grip in the pit of your stomach

One day loneliness will seize you

When all that remains are the ghosts of my kisses haunting the skin upon your neck 

You will miss me as intensely as you loved me

And I, you

For we built a house of rocks on a rushing river and our pieces will scatter far and wide