Ghosts.

The open window let the breeze in, carrying with it the smell of salt spray and ghosts from years passed/past.
Hands open; white, empty canvases.
In the moonlight the room expanded.
A world developed within these walls and I swam through the provinces I had once occupied.
I tangle myself up in an age that was my innocence, and greedily drink saltwater from my eyes.
I miss us so much more than miss.
The night is endless and my loss is forever.
Racing with dreams and messy thoughts, my mind slips further from the world I now belong,
I now belong.

Naked and dripping in moonlight, alabaster skin begins to hum with desire that only exists in the before.
Wriggling and slithering through imagined deep waters,
touching the wet memory we shared for lifetimes,
sinking further into a watery grave.