Reticent To Reminisce Poem by Saint Cynosure

She makes me walk that line.
seems by loss of love of life,
Ive also lost my mind.
Colors are but fleeting few,
by view so much to handle.
With every glimpse a fore missed kiss,
my broken hearts in shambles.
Fight for breath,
fight for space,
fight for empty places.
Now I understand the blackened stares of dead mens faces.
Never to return to such a love has left me bitter,
and reticent to reminisce.
Covered in cold shivers.