The only thing I remember

is his warm embrace.

Softness that rubbed against my skin like a silk cloth

caressing a summer breeze.

Pulling me into his arms,

gently

His soft whispers that lull me to dreamland

better than any lullaby.

And then in the morning,

how his sweet stroke of my rosy cheeks would wake me

better than any blaring alarm

Alas.

Those are all the happy memories I have of the two of us.

There are no more.

I try and try and try to conjure something in the black recesses of my mind.

Anything

That will make me remember and I cannot because it’s all

Gone.

It is not my fault, please

Do not blame me for not being with you

I wish I could

I wish

I could stay with you till the end of time

Till the last leaf falls from the tree

Till the moon goes through its last phase

Till the oceans stop waving

Till the clock

Stops

Ticking.

Everyone strives to keep us apart like it is

their job, but what they fail to understand is that it

doesn’t matter.

They are not the ones affected by this and their life will not change because of this.

How dare they meddle with my life.

How dare they even think about meddling with my life.

It is not their life, it is not their choice, and it is not their responsibility.

They say it is unhealthy

This obsession I have with you

Because it has gotten to the point where I cannot function

I cannot walk or talk or play or write or read

When I have not felt you

You

for weeks and weeks and months and months and years and years

They say it is unhealthy and they keep me away

They give me piles and piles of work

hoping it will distract me

They give me projects upon projects

hoping I will forget

They try to get me to think about anyone but you

But I never will.

Because you.

You.

Are the only one I have ever loved.

The only one.

You are my only one.

You are mine.

You are

my bed.