an emptied soul feels no cold

Sleepless night, nights, weeks or maybe life, this haze filled existence haunted by a self chosen, tormented past…another year passes and with a bitter soul I walk, trot and plot to the next empty square. Grasping and gasping I look for you. You disappear, before me as Buk described with the mornings first light, burning love away like the mornings fog. This dawn, not so bright, with love skipped night I wake and wipe nights of last, the tears. In them my last taste of you, I hesitate to move. With this heavy heart, to rise is to peel my soul from mother’s sturdy grasp. To breathe means to lose the last scent I hold of you. Better maybe to let the blade sing and wake not again in this meaningless haze. Streaming tear washing loves smile forever from my lips I wish only one thing, one last kiss.