You

The past sets in, lightly caressing my heart Music seeps through the skin to my soul Swaying with hope, with loss Wishes come to mind, missing you, The worst choice is to let it, Let it crawl from the soul Into my pure, wrong skin. Let it crawl into my head To dissolve into my blood And take over the sanity I held so tight Floating with fear and shyness Memories bubbling into my consciousness Equally right and wrong Feeling the hurt after weeks of happiness First the release, no pressure Turns into the loss, Wanting something I could never have I feel like it was just dropped Left behind to nothing Never to be seen or touched again But the memory provokes a familiar want A familiar feeling that wouldn't go away No more materials to touch, smell, or read Just images, and longing for You.