You

The coffee keeps me from dreaming,
The music tries to feel the hollowness of my heart,
I never thought it'd be so painful to recall your face.
Sitting,
forcing myself to read,
The words you told me shine through the lines,
Distracting me from getting the meaning,
The light is no longer a miracle I wish to see tomorrow.
It's late.
The cold is closing in,
zooming in,
zeroing in on me.
I feel like a penny falling down your wishing well -
Walls surround me and I surrender
For the touch of your fingertips is still so fresh,
Like the strawberries in their ripeness.
Running
running
running.
Hoping to catch myself on the way home -
But always seeing myself so far behind
If I have courage to glance back.
Back from the past comes the softness of your hair
Bringing the tears to my eyes
And the sourness to my throat.
I'm trying to cry,
Trying to break through the cloud of my visions
But halted by the fear of the thought of where I might find myself.
There I am,
Destined to meet you every night
And share the worst of me with your figure
That is never changing. Constant and stable
Against the turmoil of space, time
And the still burning flame of eternal sorrow.