Sink In Sync

I'm certain you're talking

 in your sleep again,

Calling out her name

 like no one's listening

 from afar

While here I am wishing 

not to cry myself to sleep, 

not to be smothered

 by pain

Maybe I'll just bury 

these feelings

under supernova galaxies

of a dead star

In cycles of faux and flux, 

In everywhere I turn 

to escape love's deluxe,

In seasons of blood 

and flood;

Because synchronicities 

won't stop without 

making me look mad

Your fair countenance 

always vitalizes 

and ventilates,

Feeding my subconscious 

with harbingers of fates,

Forcing me to decipher 

you in numerals

And inscribe you 

in alphabeticals 

Like it's too late

 to overlook

the sidetracks

 I once took 

Where loving you

 is a setback

that I still want to carry 

on my careworn back

Are we a farewell 

to forbiddance

or the other way round?

Are we the effervescence 

of twin flames

 in countercurrent

that are both lost and found?

Surely you're now visiting her

in your most feral dreams,

eloping with her redolence

everytime the crescent beams

While here I am dreaming 

that we're sinking in sync, 

plummeted down to the ravines

of neglected nihility 

There, you depart from my eyeshot

Without leaving a vestige of you

nor your concrete causality