Don't go;
Not yet
Not now
It's not even Christmas,
I jest;
Too many words
Not yet said
Not enough memories,
I've bled red
And bruised blue
Before there was ever you,
In my mind in my days
There was a blank slate
But you made me create
Another reality,
And that is the insanity
It consumes,
You exhume
My hidden thoughts
How they lingered
Long ago;
And now they go
Before I've had a chance
To put pen to paper
And you run away now like in a caper,
Shall I stop you perchance?
© okpoet