words by dominic riccitello

i sit in a world
of you
where you are
the only being
the only the one
i see
in trees at night
clouds for days
where the haze
sits and twirls
grabbing my feet
caressing my hair
taking me there
in and out
where we used to be
where we used to sleep
how i used to feel
before you grabbed
twirled me through
your fingers
and crushed
with palms
with force
with intensity
i still seem to feel
two years
too late