This isn't a tilt-a-whirl, kid, better take it easy. You're on the merry-go-round.

your scent soaks these bones.
you were all they knew
so fragile in growth
you were the mold
and this heart
stopped and stuttered
at your presence
every thought
ceased
when you breathed
this is not a cause to ease any guilt
when I say
I will always love you.
I'm not asking to be absolved.
no amount of repentance
can wash your touch
from my skin
and my tongue will forever burn
with your name on it
and my ears will forever strain
for your voice
for your laugh
for each sigh
for every whisper
there will never be another
who could ever
replace you
ever