A whiff of you

I breathed each drop of you

Off my finger tips

off the palm of my hand

Each breath a whiff of fresh

I breathed and I breathed ever more

Until the last drop ran out

I smiled, satiated

Knowing I will get no more.

I think its when I wrote this poem that I at least unconsciously began to realize the obsessive nature in me. I cling to people like a leech...and if I am pulled out..i get breathless and I start sweating and gradually..little by little perish away..