Every time br I write about you, br some part of us is lost br to make space br for my memories br the way I want, for it to be. br br Then you return br to remind me br of you in my thoughts. br And, reminiscences that come back, br haunt, br hunt sleep into my eyes. br br The dreams keep up br distorted reflections br that swing, slide and turn br our stories into images br I capture br to lose again, awake. br br Waking, enchants thoughts br absorbing recollections br far removed from reality. br Love becomes br my latest onomatomania br sliding off my tongue in br varied hues and tastes.