Drained
I
reached
out to touch
the last time I saw you,
the tip of my mind,
rolls the memory around,
your face in the morning,
and night there beside you,
the letters spill out
in a tumble of sound.
words resting lightly
like gossamer wings
folded discreetly
hiding their stings....
saying .........
"I love you,
and I always will
but something inside you
drains till you kill,
every new feeling
and tightens my throat
sucking the breath
from the songs
that we wrote.
I have to return to my feet
on the ground
I'm leaving my wings
for they're faded and brown.
just go back to sleep ...
I'm so sorry I woke you
I thought I 'd inspire you,
I meant to invoke you,
to love and fine works,
but you drank down my soul
I'll come back to find you when
I have grown old."
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