But Not Forgotten

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

asphyxiation won't come...

it's like i'm stuck in an elevator with unlimited oxygen and no hope of escape. i've watched enough james bond movies to know to try to climb out of the top of the box, but my weak arms are useless in trying to get to the next floor.

more importantly, as this is a metaphorical elevator, i don't know where the next floor is or if i want to get off there.

i don't know why i'm not done with all this. i don't know why i can't close this metaphorical chapter.

it's going to close whether i want it to or not.