My heart flinches at the thought
That you might exist
Beyond the smoke and ashes
Of burnt out hope
And kerosene soaked desires.
My breath catches in my chest
As I gasp for a name I may never know
Or have said so often
It is etched within my lungs.
Perhaps I have seen you in vision
With eyes unaccustomed to brilliance
Stricken with mere shadows
And only an aftereffect
To blink at and remember you by.
I worry you are trapped in my mind
As once I was as well
Shouting some plea for recognition
Hoping to be heard
Above the screeching of lesser musings.
Moonlit Poetry 