The thought of you binds me
to this reality.
As I trace you throughout my day.
A scented flower,
A dented scene- remind me.
Day and night cemented
In a dream

Daylight borrows that I imagine
what is real, to  what are dreams?
Whilst the traces of you scream!
What do they seek to steal?
This hollowness only confuses
The sorrow  my soul so kindly blesses
Yet only the emptiness is real.

Time to drink down this darkness
Swallow this sickly swill.
Pretend I no longer see you
While I hope I always will.
Knowing (without me) you are empty
Looking for your fill.
Do thoughts of me bind  you?