Desiderium Poem by Mycho Jamil

is it finally time for a retrograde?

the tears that gently trickle down your cheeks
rekindles the dying warmth of my depraved heart.

like a suicidal moth, drawn to the flames of death,
I long for the embrace that once tore me apart.

the way your freckled cheeks flush at the touch of my fingertips
slowly traversing down to your cherry chapped lips;
your lovely smile that stitches my sundered heartstrings—
oh, how I remember them ever so fondly.

how can such a fickle man like me,
a walking contradiction ever hope to fill this emptiness,
when this emptiness feels just so heavy?

can I ever cast the shadow of the past
lingering in the corners of my heart?
will I ever forget the visages of her face
that which I yearn so deeply?

my eyes wander through the pouring rain,
as the sound of your voice muffles the discord in my heart,
reliving the moments that never came to be.