Silence of the Flatline

Fri, 07/03/2015 - 18:35 -- Tyrique

Location

Indonesia
 
The flashbacks occur so vividly,
Flashing like headlights,
Sending signals of emotion through my body,
It's nights like this that make me think of...
 
...The sunrays shining so gracefully onto your strawberry lips,
Twirling around on the dark green grass, 
Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful? 
from the mole on your left eye lid, to the purple bruise on your thigh.
 
Under the gleaming stars,
You sing me that sweet lullaby your mother sang to you as a child,
With every word rolling off your tongue like Spanish class in the 7th grade,
Speaking the sweetest language only I could understand.
 
Nuzzling my head onto you like a newborn pup,
The blissful scent of your neck
Sending a light burn down my spine,
I wish you were here right now.
 
You will never wake up from this everlasting dream,
But now it's time for you to go love,
The plug is now being pulled and the only noise being heard
is the heart wrenching beep of the heart monitor. 
This poem is about: 
Me
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