My hand twitches at thought
an involuntary thing. it can’t be stopped
I try to defect, diverge, distract
but somehow you always surface to the top
I keep thinking I owe you something
I need to rationalise what I’ve lost
your touch, breath, eyes on me
your love, my pain, now a feeling gone soft
Few things tumble in and out of my head
sensations clasp my middle
electricity runs through my fingertips
I cant shake off the rarity with which I fiddle
How can something I thought right
turn out so wrong? so unreal?
this HAS to be the end
but it can’t possibly be, for real
I keep thinking I owe you something
I need to rationalise what I’ve lost
your touch, breath, eyes on me
your love, my pain, now a feeling gone soft