Your Memory

YOUR MEMORY

Your memory haunts my soul.
Never leaving me in peace.
Warms my heart.
Burns my being.
Like a white hot knife stabbed deep in my center!

Tickles my mind.
Streaming thoughts,
like rain down a window pane
on a cold winter morn.

My head in a fog.
Thoughts of rainy days spent in the arms of pure passion.
A forest fire of unadulterated bliss,
all consuming.

Thoughts of tender kisses.
Waking me from a "sexual" drug induced sleep.
Feeling heated breath whispering on my shoulders
naked flesh pressed so tight.

Unable to hear the words.
I can feel them through my skin.
"I love you hun", and "your my man"
so content like a cat napping in a window sill.

Blinding rage flows over me.
Was it so easy to walk away?
To her did our love mean nothing?
IM left with more questions than answers.

An empty coffee cup sits gathering dust.
Unable to throw it away
the last thing her lips touched.
Too many things here haunt me.

your memory