Burning

The memory of you stings me,

Like a frigid breeze on the wings of the night.

You wash back on me in waves,

Destroying my respite.

 

I’m drowning in the visions

Of what we could have had or been.

A pointless straining of my heart,

Silently mourning an unfinished end.

 

In this stirring of emotions

I burn, I drown, I reel.

They should be locked away, discarded….

They’re no longer mine to feel.

 

But, tell me, do you think of me?

Does my memory stir your mind?

Do I come to you in whispers

On the lonely, endless nights?

 

That single question burns my thoughts

In the deepest reaches of my soul.

You haunt the shadows of my mind

Do you think of me…is all that I must know.

Reviews

[C. Lee Battaglia]

"That single question burns my thoughts
In the deepest reaches of my soul.
You haunt the shadows of my mind
Do you think of me…is all that I must know."

Very nicely put! It was very enjoyable to read and I really loved it!
Thank you for your excellent poetry!

Your friend,

C. Lee Battaglia

[Brittany]

Thank you!!

[C. Lee Battaglia]

You are very welcome! You have a great sense of imagery and creativity!

[Brittany]

That is much appreciated! 🙂

[C. Lee Battaglia]

No problem! Would you like to check some of my writing out? You don't have to if you don't want to. :)

[Brittany]

I would love too, actually. 😄😄

[Dinesh Kumar]

beautifully penned really enjoyed reading

[θεά]

How we haunt ourselves with questions we hope would haunt the one who has made us feel this way! Your poem is raw and unabashed. Nice work.

[Ivory]

I remember a time when I asked that same question.
Very good, emotional write.

[Brittany]

Thank you 😄