And like a drop of blood...
sliding down your finger.
A pin ***** that formed
Red stains that linger,
Dangling,
Slowly gathering,
Growing bigger,
Dropping...
And like a drop of blood,
You formed a part of me.
And like a drop of blood
You swam in memory's sea.
You shook the waters and vibrated
The roots of my heart's aging tree.
As you coursed through my veins
Losing your voice as you whisper your dying plea...
And like a drop of blood
sliding down my finger...
I slowly forget what you meant to me.
And like a drop of blood,
sliding down my finger...
You cause my heart to thud,
As you longingly cling
Before you reach the tip.
A pin ***** that formed,
left one aching for less and more...
A pin ***** that formed
its pain slowly tinkers,
Disappearing as the pain is slowly covered.
Red stains that linger,
Slowly gathering,
Growing bigger,
Til all its remnants removed,
Meet...
Forgotten,
Dropping...
And fall as one together.
In this poem, I've personified 'memories' because memories can be both important and form a person's being and existence in another person's mind. Although, if you wish you can take it as this poem being addressed to another person, because even though it wasn't the intention, it sure seems like it after I re-read it.