copper tang in my mouth when you walk by
knee acting up just before you call
you're a regular thunderstorm
and my body, as always,
is attuned to yours

if i ******* on these sheets
will you just melt away?
will I be left with just your bones
to cradle and cry into-
tears hitting the husk
of what you used to occupy?

blitzkrieg,
that's what you are
an army couldn't fight you off
so how am I supposed
to save myself

I've forgotten


that I can't


won't



your ghost is a phantom menace.
your memories haunt my thoughts and the wisp that follows it around, trails after it-
the scent of death;
the touch of a broken promise.