My drug is your shadow in the corners of my mind.
Your eyes, your smile consume my daily thoughts.
Surely this ripping obsession cannot be love.
A meeting by chance in the far off future, is what I fantasize.
I fantasize of you as I walk, as I breathe, as I sleep.
Would I still evoke that mischievous smile?
Would your desires still be to taste my lips?
Would the memories of our flaming love for one another flood back and overwhelm your senses?
People surrounded us as we said goodbye.
We could not see them, we did not care.
My every fiber belonged to you in those moments.
I now am lost to a phantom.
How long must I be imprisoned by my own memories?
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