Givin'Up Or Givin'In - Poem by Piccola Scimmia

I awaken in pain; a dream of previous times,
When I was being tormented between mines,
Being between you.
Wanting to choose you,
Doubting if I should do.

Assuming the sorrow would gradually wane,
And that my heart, the same would remain,
Emptied and numb.
I figured it would soon succumb,
And conclude it's of no use, at all.

I pour myself another glass of wine,
As it quiets down my thinking,
And makes the pain unwind.
I drink until I can no longer feel sinking,
Have breakfast, and then brace my mind.

But you're not here presently,
And so I'm left without an alley.
Knowing it's not the lack of company,
That makes me fragile,
Rather the loss of you, in my vicinity.

Not wanting to be without your rushing pace,
Not being able to forget that smiling face,
That touch, that sense of the right place.
Breaking down as I don't see your shoulder,
When I lie in bed, and turn over.