little things.
eyes,lips,voice.
words,touch,scent.
memory.


but then i shut them lids tight
space out my mind.
and you crawl back
vividly then before
filling out that still vacant place
the one you crushed
the one where im still not willing
to let anyone,even myself in.


and somehow
its like a painful relieve
to know that i still have you with me
though all along living in solitary.