Memories Of You
I wait..I'm sick, black,
a feeling of doom lays upon
me,
I've become invisible, I've
become nothing, for who
would want this wreck,
I've become like an
old friendly novel that
you read to escape your
pain and your sorrows,
You come to me, after so
long. You open me, look upon my
words, feel how I love you,
I was written for you, for
you alone,
And inevitably, as your fear,
and your pain subside
You close me.
place me a shelf, leaving
me unfinished, as I wait.
As I suffer the
memories of you.
- SAF May 2, 2011