I watch the last traces of you swirl out from my skin
I mourn each little bit of you as it leaves me.
Each sting and sizzle out my skin, the tiny death of some lost forgotten hope.
A dream of domesticity
of softness
of warm hands
and answering smiles.
Each time I wash off the trace
I try to forget
I never wish to remember your face.
This last trace of you
deep inside my secret ambitions
is the last to go
Like some festering injury
It has poisoned my freedom
and traces of you run with my blood.
I hate the hunger inside my once clear gaze
but each time I stand at the river
I wash away the trace
Soon I will be free
Free of the truest thing
this warrior heart has encountered
Free to wonder
Free to dream
But in each dream
My unfettered consciousness
sees
only thee.
