Tonight Is Full Of Maybes

You lie, naked and then tell me slowly how much I mean to your existence.
It's refreshing to be shocked by your audacity.
Stark, but refreshing nonetheless.

Whispers and shallow breaths, in the darkness of tonight.

Drunk are we?

It seeps and spreads and entangles.

Like tentacles, black and fluid, inching its hold around you.

Words, they've failed us.

Synthetic constructs of our thoughts that we try again and again to make palpable.

Maybe thoughts are just suppose to fleet;

Pass us like running water over skin.

Maybe some are meant to linger on to remind us who we are and what we mean.

Maybe it does nothing but frustrate.

But tonight is full of maybes.

Tonight and all the other nights that await us.

All that is left now is to feel, your enraged soul.

Pounding and frantic for a taste of what it means to be alive.

"Remember. Re-member. Piece together the fragments of the soul and hold on to me. Remember our life together."