Draw the blinds upon my heart
I long to not feel
To be free from the grim hurt
The memories. The days. The nights.
You knew me. A little too well.
You knew how to touch me.
When to touch me.
But I ask now, I beg,
Do not touch me. Do not touch me in this pouring rain.
I am letting the memory of you go.
Escape from me, from my mind
Far from me. Further away into the wind
I hope you vanish into the thinness of air
Brush against the summer breeze
Scrum through walls.
Walls of mistrust. Walls of anger.
Straight into the wild.
I wish to start over. Start anew.
To embrace the morning light with the softness of silk
To get lost in the dark of midnight
And find myself in the bottomless pit of a vineyard.
