Can't Shake Him!
He was someone that I would like to say I used to love but he won't stay in my past. Every time I hear a melody he “come” racing back into my thoughts. It would be nice if he would stay out of there. One reason for lament is I haven't seen that man in years but I still go into sequences of what he looks like. Medium height and Egyptian like I like them. The man was cut like Gibraltar, a trademark in his genes, (his other jeans too) and naturally athletic for added blessing. His hair was thick, wavy, flowing, and half silk, half locks when he was a teenager but I'm sure it's something else now. Most memorable is how he was strong yet sweet with a reluctant innocence. Getting a whiff of certain fragrances takes me where he is even though neither one of us are together, not even in the same room. I'm not just day dreaming I'm dream walking through yesterday and days long evaporated. If I continue on dwelling, water will begin welling up in my eyes. I don't want to yearn anymore because it can't be a union of fruition. When driving my car it's better to drive in silence, lessens the chance of an appearance...showing up in my consciousness, getting me all out of sorts. I think he'll always be my "out of reach" twinge as much as I hate to admit but someday there's got to be somebody else. I tire of being party to a phantom dance.