Obsessive

“The locus of a dream my heart can’t find…”

He cannot get your face out of his mind
The many things he should’ve, could’ve done –
He must, somehow, leave what you had behind

With guilt and pleasure, garnered, intertwined
Obscuring clouds that cancel out the sun
He cannot get your face out of his mind

The locus of a dream his heart can’t find
The rainy streets that will forever run
He must, somehow, leave what you had behind

To lose one’s self in spirit and in kind
Beyond recall, of many or of one —
He cannot get your face out of his mind

The streets are empty now and misaligned
A lonely creature walks whom all must shun
He must, somehow, leave what you had behind

He’ll linger where the last of your rays shined
He’ll struggle for a hope, but will find none:
He cannot get your face out of his mind
He must, somehow, leave what you had behind

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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