Like a surge
finger in a light socket
the current dazzles through me again
I pull away breathless and in pain: I miss you

Last week, you were a distant mountain
barely visible through fog and haze
Mixed in with the others, a part of the landscape,
there but blending in, your uniqueness forgotten
Today you are the centerpiece of the landscape

I forgot how hard this is
I know there's no turning back
The trail that lies ahead is
insurmountable, steep and slippery

My thirst for you dries
and I am a hollow shell
Nothing inside but the air that dessicates

You don't think of me anymore
You are consumed by someone else
I can't stand to watch this
I am not longer special
Must move my attention away, shove it aside
as it is not willing

One foot, then another up the steep
winding hill home
Dust billowing up from the path
Coating my body, making me forget
creating a grand, filthy, distraction