Free Falling

The fragrance of your soul allures my senses to the depths of your mind.
I swim around your thoughts to catch one of my images that swings in the back to our time of being together.
Those images of two intertwined bodies and persons that never dismembered unless dying for unknown or misunderstood causes.
Just swing past all thoughts of you and I
for fear of seeing that time I lost you as my twin
and discontinued our delicate game of tag we played together.
We truly lost our sensation of loving as a "we" and not an ""I" since it was the separation that drove me to the edge.
and now i swing past you as you lay beside me,
but not with me,
even in death...