Tag: throwback poetry

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)