Tasting Feast...

is that bitter sweet taste left after you had turn your back with less glow on those eyes,
is the never ending spending the time saying good bye, enjoying false hope that enlighten that ghost
of nothing better to wish for, is that smell you carried, that move me inside, that within those thought
that rush down my spine, tickling my stomach making this fight so vague,

is not new for the news where we stand, savory thoughts of past tasting the least, slight comments that hurts i take at ease, don't provoke me i do fight for teeth, never the less you have nothing to say, much of your doings gets old by its own fault, changes is facing an everyday taking for granted, your lips is the exception i take as an exclamation, you take my breath away just like a poor man with thirst,

is not a get use to it, is not the easy to get rid of it, is the challenge of going our separate way and not to think of each other, is that fine line of where we stand, the knowing and following all that is to know,
fighting those feeling that distance make strong, i am weak to your name, i am weak to your presences,
nothing is there to fight then to admit what there is to feel in the moment for that moment,

is those hand when they touches my hair reminding me that is you touching it, it is you pulling it, it is a reminder of what we are in that room full of nothing but carved names on walls, i get it! i am important to a certain extend, to a certain dimension of this visual you have of a relationship, hallucinating unrealistically about what could have been IF it was so! there is a strong feel about the wind that blow our way, but yet again we question it maybe wasn't strong enough to go on and make that further step,

remembrance of those day given to you, replacing reality to our way of living reminds me that you are best kept in the box of good memory that i cherish not holding nothing against you for i hold something special towards you.........