Dead Loves Waiting Room Poem by Not Long Left

Include me in your thoughts my love
pull me from despairs shadow
Take me by the hand once more;
lead me from this waiting room.

For this tortured skin tingles
with desire, Those foreign hands
which explore the lands I once
called my own. I am a crippled explorer.

These floors are littered with
leftover memories, these walls
inch thick in dust. yet at least a little
of you remains, dead memories
are better than none at all.

Outside the window the black
board sky calls for its chalky stars.
The world and I await our reunions.