Yes*
I need to stop thinking about it.
About us.
About you.
But my desire keeps pulling it all back in,
forcing me to drown in the memory of you
and I just can't take it.
When you left you took the sanity from my mind, the air from my lungs, the light from my eyes, and the beat from my heart.
God, I can still feel your touch.
I can still taste your lips, your tongue.
I can still smell your cologne that used to stick to my clothes for days on end.
But it's all just memories.
A distant light of home that threw me away and left me to rot.
And I constantly wait for that home to return to me but you're not coming back.
You never will.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)