Here, undone.


Sometimes I think about you. Through a view from a train, a line from a book or a song from a movie.

Fleeting, and for a mere second, my heart would melt.

How you softly kissed my cheek, I would inhale and swear that I could still smell the scent of your skin on mine. How I used to watch you sleep, with great disbelief on how incredibly lucky I was for having you in my life.

Whilst most of the time, I would get scared. Of losing such memories of you— both the good and bad. I would then simply close my eyes, and find you, right there.

Carved, into my broken soul.

Every time, I would die a thousand excruciating deaths. And each and every time — her touch would painstakingly lead me, to where I think I am supposed to be.


~ by Ice Canicosa on April 11, 2013.

15 Responses to “Here, undone.”

  1. This is so beautiful….great job πŸ˜‰

  2. I love how all of your work just flows as if I could hear a man speaking it to me… Love,love,love your blog!!.. It might be my second happy space!!

    • I am elated to be able to write pieces that most can relate to, regardless of gender.

      Thank you very much, I am honored to be a part of your second happy place πŸ™‚

  3. Nice job! Could you take a peak at my page and tell me what you think?

  4. Wonderful

  5. great blog. it sounds like a wonderful reminiscent moment and also a sad one too. is she not with you anymore? or she is and you are simply reminiscing? either way, it’s beautiful. thank you for visiting my blog.

  6. How I wish I could write so beautifully. Mesmerizing.

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