She's back.
This time,
I know I'm alone.
The electricity in her touch,
Is now the power she still wields over my heart.
It's the intensity in her glare,
And the shame and humiliation I feel.
The pain hearing the words,
It's over...
Months in bed.
My mind reaching out to touch her.
This pain swirling around me no longer in my minds eye but dominating me.
Destroying me.
It almost stopped the beating of my heart.
I wish I could have dissipated in the æther.
My senses have yet to return.
Tears still stream from my eyes.
I mist her perfume in our bed at night.
It gives grounds this ghost as I try to sleep.
I lay awake and hope I don't see dawn.


(I was once asked what the bravest thing I've ever done was.

If I had to answer now I'd say. ..
Live)

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