Dancing thoughts played parallels
Against the backdrop of nightly air.
“Repeat after me”, she swooned in dream,
Keeping her distance from the present,
Never touching more than gods hands.
Essence amalgamated into her divinity,
Sorrow followed with those lonely eyes
Sorrow held her hearts reply closely to his.
Was love to become the lost highway?
Another stop off for forgotten souls?
“Remember me”, she cried into nothingness.
My heart fractured, I would never do anything but
Torment myself with her fragmented memories.
Honouring her unwanted hold over me.
Poem © Phen Weston, 22nd October 2014.