Warden

You are the warden in my mind. The clink across the bars awakes me, your echoes haunting me as I rise. Your eyes so intoxicating that I never want to look away. But all things change, all things fade... I sit in this cell, the key around my neck. I'm the architect of my own incarceration, but still I cannot leave. Cannot, will not... not sure I even want to. Because once I leave these confines within my heart, I fear the spectre of you will vanish and the memory will cease to be. For even in these tortured moments I see you, taste you, feel you near. And in this prison of my creation, I have the ghost of you near. Just a little while longer... Just a little while longer...