Oh.
I feel.
I ache, I ache for you
My heart a bleeding promise, I want to feel like you.
I want to feel you.
I want to part my lips and be met with your innermost thoughts.
I want to feel the dark heaviness weighing down onto my skin, droplets, each one, a memory. I want them to seep into my skin, I want them to mingle with you.
I want them to mingle with memories and whats to come, I want them to thread themselves into our lives, an intricate Webb joining at every nerve.
I can feel you, like a thread of a spiderweb in a blackened night. I want to hold onto it, follow it, a fragile emotion, so easily broken and so easily dissolvable.
I become entranced, I follow this thread, this strange mixture of beauty and negative capability and I see.
I can smell the spring and autumn,
I can smell the winter, the summer
And I want it now, I run, But it is snatched away from me,
the thread, it is gone.
It fades, I am alone.
I crave the remembrance of you
I crave your embrace and your warmth
I miss the warmth which thawed my icy skin
But I am foolish
How could I be dumb?
Ah, I see.
You do not exist
I feel like I am draining
Disheartened
I wait  now
But what I am expecting, I don't know
I want the remembrance of you
But you can't remember something that has never happened