Slipping

As I slip into stillness,

my memories of you falter,

flickering, dancing, like flames.

Their ferocity burns through, 

leaving blisters on my soul.

Bile seeps out through my skin silently.

I see you so vividly.

Then, waves of reality,

at first seeming so gentle on the surface,

pull me under.

My visions, like a vicious veil,

lure me into a fog

that never lifts.

I reach out, 

drowning in the reality 

of our separation.

Like cement covering my soul,

I become hardened.

My spirit wanes.

But yet I implore your image 

to place your hands 

around my flame

and quench my grief

once and for all.