Elaine

A very dear person

And when the day close to an end one feels it..
The mismatch of words,
The melancholy of clichs and you are stuck in it
Addicted to the grieve it brings and laugh at it's irony

I feel you here.. everywhere..
Empty, full, near, gone..
It's all the same
Never an end to it

It's so cold and my heart is spilling
Like heat on ice.. and it feels far gone
Displaced and mutilated
My tongue gets twisted trying to utter the words.. to you.. my love

Wishes torment me and tread around in my dreams
I wake up with the echo of a scream and it's all gone
Banging of memories and solidly poked pain in my side
This is what Im left with.. after all of it.. gone

What a joke to try and even write this now ..
The words seem to tease me with their inadequacy
Laughing at me as It ry to divulge my soul into it
When all I want to do is use them to scream for your body next to mine

So we wave goodbye and break the champagne on the edges of pain
The edges of us
The edges of you
The edges of me