Memories of you are dripping off the edge of my mind,
forming a puddle at my feet.
I might drown in the melancholia
of past days.
The November rain mingles with the remnants
of my grief.
To hold you again,
to taste your skin
one last time.
Greed…
It all comes down to greed
I need more
more time
more me
more you;
More of everything.
Memories of you are dripping off the edge of my mind,
turning into a river.
I fall off the cliff.
Catch me while I
sacrifice my wings.
I am
Gone
and all I want is
You.
(November 2015)
reflections of an unquiet mind 
Thoughts fall like rain from her body
But still she stands
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Beautifully said.
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You inspired it 🤪
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Ah, what can I say?! I am inspiring.
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The insecure woman who won’t realize her awkwardness. 😜
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Oh I know all about my awkwardness. Some days,I even celebrate it.
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Have yourself a good day Catherine.
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And the same to you John
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