consequences

Did you ever really leave

if i still talk to you in my sleep,

and all those tender memories of you

spill into the time i spend awake ;

how could you have left,

if i still hear traces of your voice

in crowded trains and hallways,

and all i can think about when

he tries to hold me is

the way your skin felt on mine,

when people talk about love

i tremble right down to my bones,

that word has me gasping for air,

struggling to crawl out of a mind that is

consumed with the way you gave up on us ;

is this how it feels, having to

pay for sins i never knew

i was committing,

breathing out of our memories

for the rest of my life?

A TEMPLATE OF EMOTIONS