Bound to You
There are fleeting moments
Where your presence takes hold,
My mind becomes a palace of dreams
And I find you in every corner,
See you through every window,
Hear your dulcet tones whispering
For me to join with you again.
Yet, these visions are mist upon awakening;
Dissipate as smoke from every crevice of my conscious.
Pale fingers reaching out,
Chasing their latest echoes,
Not willing to part from their imprint.
Nothing I do ties them to me,
For you see, you are that smoke,
That fickle, wispy thing
That crawls into my bed at night
To breathlessly leak into my bones,
Pulling and pushing me past all knowing
And then gone till there is nothing more.
It gently fades for a day, a month,
The minutes and hours ticking on by,
With me none the wiser
To the chains still tethering us together;
Our existence merely a dance
We no longer know the steps to.
I tell myself over and over again
To let you go,
To finally break these damned chains
And leave your memory to ash,
To no longer haunt my waking
And finally know true rest.
Still, it lingers,
An ache that never leaves, never dies.
Hoping there will come a day
When I am strong enough
To resist and belong only to myself.