To You Whom I.

You don't know me. 
You may have witnessed my oceans felt the vibrations from my rapid pulse.
Kissed me gently in a bookstore while shopping for records and vintage things.
You've looked into my eyes, both dead and alive.
Held my hand when it needed the embrace of another.
Caressed every inch of my body.
Became one with me.
I'm sorry I had to go.
There's just some places in life where I'll never go.
Clearly your heart isn't broke.
Clearly your soul washed away with the current.
Standing here where I am what would you do?
Up and let go?
My heart breaks when you tell me no.
Yet my soul can't let you go.
I find it hard to believe our souls haven't touched a little.
I find it hard to believe you don't love a little bit.

That you don't want to get wrapped up and carried away in good feelings.

But this is where the love ends, and the tragedy begins.

For lovers can no longer love anymore.