Haunting screaming..
If only he knew how terrified I was..
If only he knew that daunting ramble..
If only he knew those visions bygone..
If only he knew how I crawled..
and bawled every morning
Every night..
every sight that caught my scarf's
Wringing rancid warmth..
that choked and clung..
With each breath that hung on more
and more...
And More..
to my lips;
Waxing them with vapours of the last few
Sights of You.
