Renting Space

I...
am tired of thinking about you.
Even now...as I write... everything
inside me wants to expand ...and
wrap itself around the thoughts
that carry your name.

Too much time has past.
yet thoughts of you...are
still...renting space
in my head.

I still haven't met anyone...
who naturally smells sooo goood...
even ...when they sweat.

I still remember how you hated it
because... I was always biting you.

I've tried to fill my time with
other things...that don't remind
me so much of you...

But...you're always somewhere
in the background of my mind

Sneaking up on my consciousness
like a man coming up from behind
to kiss the neck of the woman he loves...

Haunted...by your essence...

You were a special brand of
Static Electricity...and I
Never  minded you clinging to me

We grew in different directions...
I didn't understand it then.

Still don't.

I much would have preferred to
grow with you.

twist with you...

bend with you...

blend with you...

as long as I...
was with you.

Now all I can do is close my eyes
and try to find the lesson in it all
Yet the lesson...is still lost
somewhere inside my pain.

You..are long gone...
last I heard you were somewhere
South...and I am probably
just a passing thought

Somebody you used to know.

While you....are still
Renting Space
In my head.