Previously unpublished Draft:

Exhaustion:



The poetry of longing was all I had
and now it's just fading into pathetic. I'm so tired of missing you. 
And I mean TIRED;
Physically and mentally drained.

I see and feel and hear and taste and smell you in everything.

Clip after clip after clip after clip after clip of memories,
Playing over and over and over and over and over again.


~M