only the memory of you

the kiss you left me with was full of acetone,

stripping away the polish that i thought worthy enough to put on display.

because your sun-filled finger tips no longer caress my skin,

i'm left pale and bare, longing to be sun-kissed again.

and your whispers that were once relayed from my eardrums to my brain are now lost somewhere in the file cabinets of the memories that i no longer hold.