Random Leaf #298 precisely cut

I cannot drown you in alcohol;

you have all the spirit and concentrate

at beck and call—

to remind me of you,

of everything about you:

the way you walk,

the accent of your talk,

how you carry yourself,

and how you be you.

I can’t take them out of my mind.

I was—

and I still am—

in love with you.

I can’t change it.

The ache in my heart reminds me of you.

You are the one memory

I cannot seem to forget—

a curse bound to me,

much like how Prometheus was bound

for being in love.