hurt

How her memory fades inside me, so blindly, just to remind me, how ever soft her skin was beside me. Why it seems like just yesterday she kissed me so kindly, like a warm breeze flowing over so sublimely, how it made my thought run so lively, why quite like beautiful music knowing the rhyming and the timing to this marvelous chiming. Why can’t time change, be rearranged and be exchanged, least of all for my pains, what shiver and shake in my brain, attaching themself to my distain and what remains is remorse never attained by my brain only to be drawn in the blood of my veins.