Daft Imitation
yearn for me.
sit in silence in contemplation.
waiting
to give into
the temptation.
the crave.
breathe it in deeply, harshly, wholly,
until you are it.
you are me.
there’s no turning back now,
it’s been too long,
the line has been crossed.
leave me, now
to let my hair down and
mourn;
the edges searing their patterns into my soul.
the smoldering of my
residue will
cease,
only wisps of memories that will fade, linger.
Copyright © Randi Strandberg | Year Posted 2013
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