Fight

[Shem]

Should I be concerned that all
My thoughts are suicide notes tonight?
Should I be worried I’m on my own?
Is it wrong that her name is still so sweet
on my lips, or that I can swear her scent still clings
to me though the showers have been many and
alone?
Why can’t she see how much I love her
Why can’t she see how much I need her
Why can’t she see how much I desire her
Why can’t she understand how much this hurts?
Should I at least be happy she’s upstairs
And not in another’s arms?
At least there’s that
At least there’s that

[Barry]

Felt it. Reminds me of a piece in a similar vein which I wrote long ago, only the first and last lines I remember...

Putting on my jacket, I get a reminder of you.
You've worn it so much more than I it carries your scent.

But my heart is not a stone
Nor is it a thing for loving
It is again just a pump.

Excellent poem, dude. Keep on with it.

Peace,
Barry