Lockbox

Your scent lingers nearby and eases me into the state of self loathing. Above and beyond the call of duty, you cry for my sins. I can feel you in the wind that passes on an arid summer day. The past can do nothing but cause me to look away and once again retract to my shell of self imposed torment. I wish only to seize the look in your eyes and hold it eternally in my lockbox. Endure my selfishness for one more night and I can finally set my heart free.

Victoria M Whitby
7/11/04