Steps to the top

I caught you in the corner of my eye. You look like tiny lights, pulsing to music. Sometimes It makes me smile.
Somtimes it makes my heart beat faster.

I escape the thought and tremble in your words as though they hold a fire, contained and enigmatic. You're simply radiant.

You visit me in dreams now. I don't know whether to embrace it or shrivel away as though your presence will be my eventual death. It swims in my veins like each and every song you used to sing.

It opens my eyes inside mirrors and refracts the flaws in every feature. Sometimes, I wonder if you every existed in full.

Regardless, you've contorted my body into the shapes of dreams I will never see or touch or feel or taste. You've erased the image of beauty. Replaced the picture with a corpse, tugging on the small threads of necessity.

I reject the distance but it creeps back in, like a cold I'll never purge my body of.

I guess you can say, you've won.