Lost Poem by Kristin Schanbacher

The air is thick
with fog and mist
I feel your lips
on my fingertips
and how I miss
the taste of your kiss
the words from your lips
the way your hand slips....
and who are you
and what am I
to do right now
and with the rest of my life
it seems so wrong
it feels so right
or is it the other way around
the day is night
you I love
...or so I think
can't relax
mind on the brink
wish I could forget
just can't seem to let
go
trying to flow
I really don't know....
- Love-
a blanket that surrounds me
a river that drowns me