Your lingering spirit haunts me.
So close to the mind,
so far from the tactile touch.
A stronger person would live,
forever feasting on the mind.
But i need more. I am selfish.
It is said females are frustrating.
I think it is girls.
Women are more direct.
They can say what they want.
I was never much of a girl.
I want you.
Not this idea of you,
A memory of a touch.,
the whisper of an accent.
Oh god, when I close my eyes,
I can still remember your accent.
I cry when I rememeber it.
For years I could barely remember the sound.
Now when I close my eyes it's all there.
And the wounds bleed fresh.
I do not mourn your death,
I weep for the loss of the world.
I remember kissing you till I was dizzy.
We spoke of life, of dreams.
We never thought for a minute,
that it was all borrowed time.
I was a fool,
but I am stronger knowing,
I love you,
You loved me.
But I still want you here.
I feel you sometimes,
when I sit by the water,
in winter.
I know your there,
I smile,
and me left hand falls beside me,
ready to take your hand,
for whenever the mood strikes you.
I am here.
I am waiting,
Till then,
I live with you in my head.
And there you remain alive.
