The Loneliest Mile (That I Cannot Forget)

There are places I return to
Again and
again and
again.
They haunt me in my dreams,
In waking nightmares,
Their spirit in the cold sweat
that drowns me;
I return for the sweetness of desperation,
The pleasure of sorrow,
The delight of pain,
These contradictory emotions,
Feelings,
Shames.

Truthfully,
I return for the memories.
Memories of
Tangled legs,
Raised voices,
Parsed lips,
Desperate longing,
Midnight flings,
The black beast that
Howls,
Howls,
Howls –

I return to the dependence
I cannot forget.

Portsmouth

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