I feel your presence lingering behind me

An old feeling rises to the surface

Reminding me of who I used to;

Be

Your name,
Sown in a moan,
Evoked on a breath,
In oblivions crest,
I want to call you home.

Sorry bout all this poetry
such a rough approximation
ungainly and all
I have a dangerous
postulation
that I am here
only here
to entertain you
this is dangerous to me
as i am not very
and reluctant
to improve

You have all left
and this remains
an echo of all
your intent
when you
came
and meant
to change
the world
mine did
change
thank you

Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,