Don't you hear the madness through this stillness!

A thrashing against my inside-walls, the

Constant reminder of its haunting presence     marking me

With impressions, the outline of you lingering in here-

smothering me, driving me into corners of myself

Watching through minds-eye recollections of what we were

The rush of your skin by quick touches

a raw fascination that clung from your eyes

We slipped into grey areas of intimacy never defined

filled with curious things that ran from your lips

your scent that stuck to the sheets

All these touches, these glances, this obsession, is stuffed away in a drawer

stowed away meant to be

lost    tangled in childhood memories and trival thoughts

That is where i will put you

I will plead to the sky to take, along with my years,

your existance that binds me

Yet no matter how much Age steals from me,

the madness knows

You will still be here

Just your impression    just the outline of you

taunting me to admit

I need you to exist in me