It's Madness

Immediate release
It's all on the memo
Title, Subject; You

Sketching in words
trying to match them
to smooth lines of
skin and bone
like apprentices to
their visual master
I only succeed in
wanting to
but it's all on the memo
Title, Subject; You

Morning comes
and your not there
like apprentices to
their written master
what I remember
of how you smell
and how you feel
runs from the norm
turns to surreal
where I'm left
is a place never new
but I still have this memo
Title, Subject; You

There arent any straight lines
like the one riding down your spine
and the smooth crease
beneath my knee's
from when I asked you to stay
feels strangely comfortable

Take a moment of silence
mourn the loss of this
and bury the remains of that
I wasn't in that deep
And you wont lose any sleep
But I guess what they say is true
Because my heart feels a little smaller
And love still rhymes with you