My thoughts are not indelible,
they flow through me
With little inclination to stay.
I float, like my thoughts,
unable to commit myself to your memory,
Unable to commit a place in my heart to you.
Yet unyielding in my commitment to pleasure.
Each pleasure more fleeting
Than the last,
I begin to doubt my heart.
My heart has been torn and sewn shut.
I felt so deeply once,
Now every feeling leaves me
more numb.
I am expending each emotion,
Each feeling,
Carefully, with trepidation...
As if each one will last only a breath
Before it's blown away
And left me a shell
All feeling, all thought,
as cold as a November wind
On your cheeks,
and the memory of me
As quickly forgotten
As a chill in the heat of a fire.
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