“Gone,” I still struggle with that word.
But the void remains.
Your echoing memories shatter
My deaf world.
My mind’s haunted by your intoxicating kiss.
I thought I’d hidden you.
Suppressed, locked you in the vault
Of forgetfulness.
Was I only a spotless sacrifice
Offered to your idol –
Passion.
Can I forget?
Flowers wilt, romance withers.
A living-death is mine to love.
Again, I’m forced to subdue
Love long locked in cells
Of wishing.
Forced a bond to break.
I stand
empty.
I’m hopeless—
In love with memories.
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