Only Remains
The threadbare weave covers me again and even though I protest
I also can not deny, nor do I truly wish it to cease forever
It matters not where or what
a night sky
foreboding clouds covering the moon
or sultry breeze
only adding to the perspiration formed on my brow, beneath my breasts
On busy street
bodies barely touching
your scent crashes into my day
leaving me weak with longing
to see, to touch, to be with
Neither sleep nor morning sun bring respite
the ache remains, and crests to heights almost unbearable
with no intended attention paid
no memory formed with conscious thought
I dream, it is so innocent and calm yet
you appear from round the corner and hurry to my side
lightly kissing my cheek, hello
the nearness takes our breath
all that we do is in unison, hands entwine, we embrace
I feel a tear and touch my face to find I am awake
you are not here, it was not real, only a ghostly intruder
even to my dreams
yet I do not ban you from these visits
though all is pain, it is all the remains
of you
