Thursday, June 19, 2014

Keep me from oblivion

Not a moment passes by
when the memory of your scent
doesn't choke my breath

Not a whisker do I feel
any less in love with you
after all this time

I drown, feel sunken
the ghosts of the world pull
you away from me

Hold my hand, love
hold on to it, if you can, for a moment
and let that moment be my life.


Faustus said...

A poet is a poet forever.

rajat said...

Your comments give a spark to keep going!