On Unrequited Love, Pt. 2
My memory always fails me
But I seem to recall your bubbling giggle,
And how it lifted my souls
From the depths of my situation.
My memory always fails me,
But I seem to recall your purring voice,
Reverberating through my heart,
Through my veins,
Leaving my fingertips numb.
My memory always fails me,
But I recall your feline smile,
The sultry glint in your eyes
That melted my skin
Like wax wings in the sun.
My memory always fails me,
But I seem to recall your tantalizing form,
Statuesque,
Shaped of immaculate marble,
And how the view was always marred
By the iron bars of the prison I was locked behind,
The key to which was out of sight.
I seem to recall wishing
That one day,
I wouldn’t have to sustain myself
On shadows of you,
Tattered forgeries
Created because
My memory always fails me.