Eyes glazed over,

Another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips.

A ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips.

I have lost the my faith in first impressions.

I've lost my faith in you.

I can't remember when I stopped writing in cursive

but i knew it had something to do with consequence, a crush of esteem.

I taste your name in a stale complexion.

A burden lost in my world.

I taste your name in the sky, in the sun,

in the stars no more resurrections.