Drained

I reached out to touch the last time I saw you, the tip of my mind, rolls the memory around, your face in the morning, and night there beside you, the letters spill out in a tumble of sound. words resting lightly like gossamer wings folded discreetly hiding their stings.... saying ......... "I love you, and I always will but something inside you drains till you kill, every new feeling and tightens my throat sucking the breath from the songs that we wrote. I have to return to my feet on the ground I'm leaving my wings for they're faded and brown. just go back to sleep ... I'm so sorry I woke you I thought I 'd inspire you, I meant to invoke you, to love and fine works, but you drank down my soul I'll come back to find you when I have grown old."