The only thing I remember
is his warm embrace.
Softness that rubbed against my skin like a silk cloth
caressing a summer breeze.
Pulling me into his arms,
gently
His soft whispers that lull me to dreamland
better than any lullaby.
And then in the morning,
how his sweet stroke of my rosy cheeks would wake me
better than any blaring alarm
Alas.
Those are all the happy memories I have of the two of us.
There are no more.
I try and try and try to conjure something in the black recesses of my mind.
Anything
That will make me remember and I cannot because it’s all
Gone.
It is not my fault, please
Do not blame me for not being with you
I wish I could
I wish
I could stay with you till the end of time
Till the last leaf falls from the tree
Till the moon goes through its last phase
Till the oceans stop waving
Till the clock
Stops
Ticking.
Everyone strives to keep us apart like it is
their job, but what they fail to understand is that it
doesn’t matter.
They are not the ones affected by this and their life will not change because of this.
How dare they meddle with my life.
How dare they even think about meddling with my life.
It is not their life, it is not their choice, and it is not their responsibility.
They say it is unhealthy
This obsession I have with you
Because it has gotten to the point where I cannot function
I cannot walk or talk or play or write or read
When I have not felt you
You
for weeks and weeks and months and months and years and years
They say it is unhealthy and they keep me away
They give me piles and piles of work
hoping it will distract me
They give me projects upon projects
hoping I will forget
They try to get me to think about anyone but you
But I never will.
Because you.
You.
Are the only one I have ever loved.
The only one.
You are my only one.
You are mine.
You are
my bed.
