Peace of Mind

When will i stop writing these dialogues?
Never. I will never be rid of you.
In the presence of pain, you make insignificant things beautiful
You keep drawing me back to a place I've long left behind
maybe to find a piece of me stuck in the crevices,
maybe my worst parts,
maybe my best,

All i know is,
I remember how you felt sleeping next to me
how your hands crept across my legs
how the world looked in your passenger seat...

I could run down this list
easily, aimlessly, but what’s the point?

who knows why our paths crossed,
for one second the planets were in line
or, perhaps in total disarray

I haven't heard your voice in awhile, but
the joy we understand in a darkened room, against blaring lights,
constant sound
chaos
and peace,
is our constant dialogue
peace of mind
isn’t that what we’ve always been after?