drown me in their delicious warmth,
I float in the ocean of silent noise,
and hum the tune of lonesome joys.
A sound sparks a distant memory,
a time so far, it's barely there,
flickering lights of colorful pleasure,
buried behind my precious treasure.
Strangely though, follows through,
closely behind the euphoric elation,
prickling jab of distant laughter,
which turned to tears shortly after.
A hesistant smile escapes my lips,
and forcefully shrugs those images away,
that time has left, bygone are the days,
only morbid eyes and a weeping heart stays.