June Curtis

Catharsis Of Self And Selfishness

The selfish side of me
That whispers suicidally:
End this hollow melancholy
Burns away
When you’re with me.

It’s not your voice
Or kiss
That I miss most
It’s the way you make me,
My soul?
Feel whole,
Less of a ghost.

When I feel despair
At this world, beyond repair
I recall you in my arms
And forget to care
That noone is beyond all harms