There is a man in my head.
He refuses to detach from my memory
I refuse to detach from him.
This man holds sides of me
Confides in me.
Supplies me with what I need to get through the night when my mind idles on the vision of something so pure.
I can’t look away from him.
He is stuck in my head.
Call him my synopsis
He is my thought process
A ghostly reminder
Another bind to her
My Caspered innocence (in-no-sense)
It makes no sense.
To me there is something so deep and beautifully tortured about a love gone bye. I have loved and never stopped loving. Burnt infront of his eyes and healed like a timed surprise. The man in reference should be men… There is more than one that lay on my conscience;each playing a role in my life then disapating over time like dust in the wind.
Each one dances in my mind as a reference point of parts of the past. A thank you reigns from my heart for their time.that familiar chyme. Their memories etched into my heart; hands crossed ;waiting for a bless.
Yet the times are so far away they are fabled as my lockness.