unpracticed confessions

Gutted

I let my body numb

Don't feel

Don't feel

Don't feel

Don't recognize 

I want you to myself 

You reveal very little

You told me

Cuddles to my breast 

Breathing quick

Talking between air

Soft and sweet spoken

Of memories you find to be treasures 

"I remember what I thought of you then. And I'm grateful I got to know you."

Less articulate

More shy

You whisper broken images

"I can't" You say

"I can't tell you how I feel"

And I lost that glimmer of your memory and thought

As you hid them away

As if it was shameful to tell me you cared