Words keep me awake at night
Yours and mine
They ring in my ears
Like whispered prayers
Or sensual moans of a lover
And I wrap my senses around them,
Caressing their texture
They sing to me in your voice,
A lyric of memories
In a pulsating cadence
The things I left unsaid
Like a choice never made,
Or the monster under my bed
I never could face
Haunt me when I close my eyes,
Remind me of my incompleteness,
The anomaly of my existence
An unwritten poetry
Waiting to be read.
Words keep me awake at night
Yours and mine
They ring in my ears
Like whispered prayers
Or sensual moans of a lover
And I wrap my senses around them,
Caressing their texture
They sing to me in your voice,
A lyric of memories
In a pulsating cadence
The things I left unsaid
Like a choice never made,
Or the monster under my bed
I never could face
Haunt me when I close my eyes,
Remind me of my incompleteness,
The anomaly of my existence
An unwritten poetry
Waiting to be read.
I read your photographs like letters,
They tell me stories of you;
When I stare at them long enough
They take me back to those days
When I had pictures of us on the walls
And you;
Now,
Just the torn faded wallpaper
And Your photographs ,
Clapped out rectangular scraps of torture
aphroditeanderson 