A Memory for Sale

I want to sell my memory of you; free my mind of the cage you built around me, liberate my heart from your last words continuously circulating, contaminating my bloodstream. The ghost of your touch has left me with a naked soul, my spirit exposed, because your caresses used to burn my skin dissipating it…

His Shadow

He walks, and I stand there and watch, each step separating him more and more from me and in the distance I keep on looking as his figure gets smaller and smaller. I am saddened, overwhelmed and for a moment I wish that he could stay with me, that he could let me be part…