hard to forget, easy to remember

A Poem by a poet

the taste of her sweet body, lingers in my head, the same way a footprint lingers in the snow. the way she exists, lingers in my stupid, mud filled brain, the same way a fingerprint lingers on a steamed up window.i admire the way she walks, but i admire from afar, scared and worried. the thoughts run through my ugly mind as i watch her gently, as i take in her beauty, the way her cheeks glow when she laughs, the way her eyes sparkle that extra bit when she looks to that one thing.she lingers in my head, like the alcohol lingers to my tongue after a night trying to forget her presence in my own existence. like a cross road, im torn both ways. both ways lead to a road of hellish futures.she seems to linger in my future too, my presence now and too, my past. when i say she was never there, maybe i mean she was never there to herself. im sure others stood in her galaxy of a mind, she admired something for so long, she forgot herself, she lost herself in the stars that existed as simple humans. maybe she wasnt there the way i wished she was. but she wasnt here either, she was nowhere. like a puff of smoke, she was suddenly gone, she slipped right though my fingers, when i promised i wouldnt let it happen, and now she isnt here. my dreams are now the only, sad, empty place in which she treads her light steps, careful not to disturb my heavy head.again.