RMC

Your voice reaches me still,
like a pill quick I try to digest
the rest of my vacant thrill
without you demons manifest.

In a land backwards time
finds time to keep me frozen.
I want to swing back rewind
and choose paths not chosen.

Like a warm calm I hear echo
in the curves of my ear dear
I think sometimes I need let go
of this memory I hear clear.

I don’t want to because sweet
is the heat but I beat myself up
as I toss back my cup complete
to forget our sweet heated love.

But I can’t I’m broken please
ease this beast of swollen ego.
I walk miles a day thinking
not but of your sweet echo.