Stained Monochrome Wings

For Now

10-15-13

Never do I want to forget:

your taste or scent,

I love it all,

sickeningly.

I dance in the night to our song –

is it still 'our' song? –

and think of it all,

reflecting on years forward

and past.

Will I remember the taste, the

scent that is you?

Will I still feel this love,

think of the good instead of

how I wish there could have been more?

Inside your precious heart

I'm now void.

I'm alone, for now