The color rough

This sea, it has forgotten you, but not
your spirit.
These loins, they have forgotten you, but not
your soul.
These eyes... cannot forget you, not the way
your hair looks when the air is chaos.
Mountain peaks of emotion--
Valleys of thought--
Follow the same dead-end path to the past.
One million billion smiles all for a face
that is turned the other way.
Seven trillion words all for ears
that are stopped.
The calm is fiercer than any storm aspires to be.
The silence, louder than the biggest explosion.
I miss when the explosions
blew me apart.
I miss--
The landscape of you.
All.
Nothing.
Is what It has
left.
Only a memory.
(My fire, doused)
Only a feeling.
Spider's shadows
mix fear
with nothing else tangible.
It is all for you,
my love.