Forlorn?

When the thoughts inside of my head
come tumbling out into emptiness
I am often dazed by this strange
displacement I feel within me

I am quite sober
But feel fantastic drunkenness
Should we break all ties
Without any tangled memories

When we trace our fingertips together
That extension one last time
Over familiar skin
Into those longing nights

somewhere beneath my skin,
i am woefully electrified into being,
and am haunted by those thousand natural shocks
that my flesh felt

We take comfort in knowing that
When the cool grays fade
We will have all the stirring
photographic representation of happiness

We will never guess
That the time has come
To wake up from this dream
Out of this blissful comfort