i, feeling

, sadly
the untold losses of
you and those before you
daydreaming dreams
of old frustrations
and the uninvited thoughts
of a discarded lover
whose actions cannot
be condoned

, softly
all the traces of
your fingers when you
smiled, said this felt good
right before you couldn't sleep
and i am sitting here
just thinking of the way you
made your move
and now you're gone

, aching
rejecting age and illness
as it scours over my body
and leaves me without comfort
or a means to self-express
the loving only hurts me
i cling to all the memories
and i try to smile again
before i fade