Never Stop

Woke up this morning the ears still ringing as the sun beamed the gaps and shape of her hair.

The shadows shift the day rolls over and vapors of her I could have sworn were right there. 

The minute we were glued together souls that ran, laughed and swear; the solid future beams from eyes that can see into the piercing moments we could not stare. Wholly ghosts exhale as the future is ripe prudent, and bare soft hanging like leaves the smell of seasons pass wisps with the braids in her hair.

She smiled at me and as the kiss came later the beats of home churned over as she whispered, "We can't go back."

Gold diamond cartridge the flash pixels, and noises that layers our hearts like high tide beat like kick drums and red wine among the best evenings we wasted our lives. Fiction dreams taken synth coated means cover the gaps in our lives like jumpsuits that carried us through endless springs, and autumns we need not reason to fly. Holding my frame up against the bubble that popped when she moved from our block to heaven they brought you home that night. 

Suits grab the image and sell our pasts like cheap wine in formats that is neither free, nor happy the pains as the rain pauses slightly as she lay now only in neon dreams as the 8-bit tears roll from eyes to ashes the memory shaded perfectly. No reset buttons, or bonus lives to be lived we unplugged the AV from our brains confident and courageous they can repackage but they can't recapture those endless days.