I feel
myself drowning
in
your eyes, in your arms
in
the scent of your cologne
that
lingers even after
you
have left the room
I feel
myself drowning
in
memories of you
in our
youthful, naive
fumbling
in car backseats
chaste
kisses that simmer
before
bursting into flames
I feel
myself drowning
in
the seas I have crossed
to
get away from you,
to
forget those memories
and find
your replacement
but
the truth of the matter is
that
there will never be
a
replacement for you so
I’ll just keeping
drowning
Hard to let go of those sweet memories.
ReplyDeleteA sad tale. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHopelessly romantic!
ReplyDeleteLove how everything drowns in this love -- the senses and the tenses --only a poem could name and hold such a heart space both altar and doom.
ReplyDeleteOh, this drowning is evocative in its familiarity and impact. Well-penned.
ReplyDelete-HA
Unrequited love...I dream of it often..the one left behind.
ReplyDeleteA lost love has all the bittersweet memories... and I sometimes wonder if we really want to forget them... drowning is an apt metaphor for what you describe.
ReplyDeleteNice last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for reading and commenting
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