The Last of These

Visions of your midnight kisses
Memories of your touch and face
Dreams about your laugh and smile
Are enough to make me

Lakeside skylines and shoreline candor
Summer heat and bodies cling
Drunken nights spent together
They recall all the
Worst of times.

Sunlit screens and thin, worn hands
Always moving, always needing
Stifled by your selfishness
I feel nothing
At all.