Phantom X

Today is a hard day. 

Thoughts inch like glaciers.

Tectonic plates 

moving in slow motion

I'm his Phantom ex 

In my dreams 

he leaves me letters

But reality is stone deaf 

And as time passes

It becomes easier to hold on

To what matters most

The good 

The love

The soft

We might not have moved mountains

But we had fun sliding down the hill

Hand in hand

Chest against chest 

Lips on my neck

I keep those pieces

Tight in my fist

Hoping they won't disappear.

Like the moths 

I try to catch