Runaway WOrds

I walk sometimes with empty thoughts.

I walk sometimes with ticking clocks

i walk sometimes with stomach knots

i walk sometimes and never stop

i walk sometimes and follow dots

sometimes i run my fingers through your forgotten hair.

and remember holding it, against the canvas with you there.

sometimes i do the motions of the brushstrokes that once upon a time we once did.

and feel the texture of your soul, with my brittle fingertips.

I listen to the words inside the paint, that emitted from your lips.

i like to remember the songs that night, your smell, your aura, youre everything, from the corners of your mouth, from the movment of your hips, to the sweet smell of your hair, to when i stole a kiss.