Still, even now, I can taste the sweet addiction of your
words,
Simple, conversational words destined to become engraved,
Deep in ambiguity upon my soul, I can’t remember each but
each has taken hold.
I’ve but to close my eyes and there you are,
The easy conversation and proximity. Deeply moving me.
Though I dare not say a word for fear of all the places my
heart may run headlong to.
Though I walked away so gingerly I sensed, I knew each step,
each footfall , every single breath from you.
Tearing at the fiber
of the towers, battlements that cannot run from you.
At times I curse the notions that take hold for they are far
from where they ought to be.
Though the bitter taste of fighting against torrents of a
thing I cannot here set free.
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