O, my love, what hast thou done to me?
Ev'ry sensation returns to me
A memory
Of that which I have lost.
I wear a certain shirt,
And suddenly I am not who I am now,
But who I once was.
I hear a certain song,
And suddenly I am not where I am now,
But where I once was.
A night of return, but not to the place that is expected of us. Or... perhaps merely of you.
O, how clearly I remember it.
How clearly the moon had shone,
How softly, sweetly, the city had embraced us,
How the ring I gave you under the tangled tree glittered gold,
How warm and wonderful was the food we had tasted, even upon your lips.
And O, how we danced upon our return!
How gently we swayed when I kissed you,
How tightly we held each other when the tempo raced,
How whole I felt when I laid with you after that longest, most beautiful night.
O my love, what hast thou done to me?
Every sensation returns to me
A memory
Of thou, whom I have lost.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Short StoryWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
