Anatomy of missing

© Eni Turkeshi Photography


If i squint i see you
when i don`t my eyes reflect your image
When inhaling i smell your aura
sometimes i don`t breathe so I can store
your scent inside me for longer
My lips keep on searching this warm , volatile texture of your lips
But it`s always tear molecules that
they abruptly are crashed into...
My limbs...
My cold cold limbs feel like numbed
after long time embracing emptiness
My mind...
that is the cheeriest one amongst them
It`s the holder of the memories
so it can still float on happy moods

and after all i think that
heaven is only left in my mind...