Only wisps of yesterday...
Memories so fragile.
Deliberately, with a purpose,
I seek to think about him.
At night I even dream....
Dreamy creamy dreams that cruelly
Melt away upon the opening of my eyes.
With guilty surprise
I realize that I am wrong
To want to replay these familiar
Yet distant songs.
I harshly scold myself, and
Go on about my day,
Waiting only for the night
To take me back his way.
I have earned my freedom
From yesterday's sheer hell.
"Get on with your life" is a phrase
I do know well.
Yet a force remains which taunts
And a voice is here that haunts--
And I linger over thoughts that
I should never ever have.
Secretly I embrace
These pictures in my mind.
With a passion I admit that
I only want to find
If this foolishness is mine alone.
Ohhhh, just let me sleep.
Please, just let me sweetly moan....
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