The fear that bounds me in

If I could no longer remember the scent of your skin,
or after our kisses, the redness of your chin,

If I could no longer recall the touch of your cheek,
or the sooth of your voice, when to me you speak,

If I could no longer imagine the world without you,
or the way people feel from the nice things you do,

If all these things were to happen today,
the room in my chest would remain in dismay.

If these fears come to pass and all happen to me,
I'd be breathless and lifeless, like thai without chi



these are the mere utterances of a lunatic