A tattered fragment

@Uootem

a fragment of some long ago night
slips stealthily into my memory again
tattered and faded because you have gone.

I stagger about... too drunk with yearning
to fold the fragment carefully and neatly tuck it away
in the momento box of forgetfulness...

i have grown to detest the ticking of time
that suddenly echoes me into reality...
because it took you away too soon

memories are all that is left for me...
seeing an apparition around every corner.
what has become of you in the ages of separation?...

my mind rushes to find reason in the question
still I wait for you... yet reduced to futile poems
that no one will ever read... but me
written in night-times so poorly lit
for your eyes were my illumination.

I roam about in the dark and endless corridor of dreams
because you are gone and won't be at its end ...
I am but a fragment of what I was then
a fallen lingering shadow
stretching across the miles of time since
like a moonless evening it descends across my soul
acknowledging the tears...
as sunset hangs like naked breasts
that are too distant for caressing...
flesh -- alien to me --
unlike your thunderous memory that
presses against my chest.

what's become of you... my heart rushes at the longing
as solid as my emptiness... but because you have gone
my day is tinged with tattered fragments of some long ago night
yearning... in the darkness... I'm a poet once again.