How did I forget the taste of you?
Does it matter now?
That we are done?
The smell of you,
the want for you
this is unfair,
that this is all gone.
Yet,
frightening my ability,
to cut that world,
yours,
off from mine,
and yours to,
remind me.
hellish,
with desire for,
and to remind me of all of the empty.
Odd
that alchemy,
you have.
