Thoughts of You

Thoughts of you ache to borrow my mind. Begging for just a moment of my time. To dismiss them would do no good. Because I surely would if I could. But most certainly you would turn up unsuspected. There is no part of me, you have not infected. You come at a moments notice, and in the middle of the night. A constant temptation, I do not wish to fight. It seems no matter what I do. There is always a constant reminder of you. I can’t seem to get you out of my head. There is always a thought of something you’ve done or said. So I surrender to an empty mind, filled with you. To think and feel the only thing I know is true. And it is such a sweet surrender. To drink it in and feel the relief it will render. Knowing that I will soon be consumed by you. I let go of the last of what I was holding onto. Sarah Comstock Sept. 11th 2000