a chill down my spine

i can see my breath as i speak

i have encountered this a number of times

and every time it happens,

i feel as if i am weak.

 

your image is a haunting memory,

that dwells in my soul.

a visage of beauty,

that once made me whole.

 

the feelings of you are long since forgotten.

and put into excerpts.

a corpse.

dead and rotten.

buried in the dirt.

 

how is it that this spirit comes and goes?

but only inside of me,

is where it shows?

its almost like a sixth sense.

eating away at me

even if i were to vent.

 

i do remember the life we once shared.

full of bittersweet memories,

and me of course,

me being sight impaired.

for that life was blinding;

a life i can now see.

i saw it dying,

along with the old me.

 

i am a being of summer,

and seasons will change.

and even as i slumber,

although i am not the same,

i fear the thought,

of dreaming about you again.

 

the impact you have had on me,

is an impact for the rest of my life,

i will have to withstand.

a passion so hot,

in my heart,

it has its brand.

 

for this haunting memory of you,

is ruthless and leaves me chilling.

i hope it continues to,

until it makes me numb,

and takes away my feeling.