I look at what is in my hands
And realize they are empty.
The things I am holding onto
Do not even exist
Yet I am imprisoned by them.
What keeps me bound
Are simply memories I cling to.
They have a sweet savor
Taking me to times and places
Filled with your essence.
I close my eyes
Letting the tender feelings flow
My senses coming alive
Knowing that touch again,
Hearing your sweet voice
Your eyes before me
Liquid pools of pleasure.
Just for a moment
They take over
I shake my head to clear it
Feeling a hot tear
Roll gently down my cheek,
I slowly open my eyes,
Looking into my empty hands
Holding on to memories.
