Shake The Skin

6/07 The lost memory of what it's like to fall in love and waste it.

If we never see each other again,
who else am I to blame but me?
These are my monologues now but your dialogue
is one I hope
continues for hours of calendar minutes.
Please promise not to stay so far away.
Your moments etch in my bones.
Fragments of you shake the very skin
in which I walk, only for you
and my love songs are wearing me thin again.

Make me well.