August 14, 2013
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Taking a piece of me…
It began with an innocent request
Just a taste was all he wanted
Something to remember me by
To hold him over for a time
Yet how could I know what would happen to me
In giving you a small part of me
Now I wait and ache for just a word from you
Anything to fill the void your presence left behind
So here I wait
Passively until you call for me
To take even more of me
Though I know I should turn and go
For fear of losing all of me
I cannot will myself to leave
Until you’ve taken me
Comments (6)
I can so identify with this post. Excellent write. Sometimes having that taste is much worse than wondering what if. So much worse. Good to see you writing again. I’ve missed your words. Take care.
@soltero_alma - Thank you, I’ve missed writing, hope I can keep doing so
@wyckdstorm - I hope you do as well.
great work…it’s so true, always starts with just a little taste
I like it, and I’m glad we both made it to 2.0!
Me too, I just need to get back more often