ephemeral forevers

you lock away tears of hysteria
for skeletons and choking upon one's own breath
proves just a bit too overwhelming in the light of perfection

the invention of nostalgia is anything but dim
salt-shed past and clementine-marmalade are
spread upon hollowed palms; and your soul is a record
scratched by thunder and the illusion of time

you were my lost boy and i was your shimmer breath
i begged to let me live beneath vocal chords and
and planet-letters, but time stole you away from me


and ephemeral forevers are just
contradictions living to be proven wrong