Oh, how I wish I could stay,
and not return to the confines
of my own self-pity,
nothing of it pretty.
I can't pull myself away.
I want to absorb as much of you
as I can fit into my head,
for the lonely times,
when nothing rhymes,
drawing your essence into my spaces.
Then I will be able to feel you
again, wrapped around me,
as memory replays
every second of that day,
and, oh, how I'll wish I could've stayed.
the poet's pen...gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name ~ Shakespeare