My love

I have not forgotten you my love,
There will always be sweet stories.
There will always be worms in the ground and crows, and bats.
I have not forgotten your body or your demands,  I can hear them.
I want to hear more than I can.
I'm deaf in one hole, or only hear selectively... when I'm deaf in one hole.

I have not forgotten you my love. I cant forget that feeling,  I am selfish and desire it.
Need it,
Like dogs need water and discipline.
It radiates in the blood, in white beats. It enraptures me.

I have not forgotten how it feels to be alone. I have not forgotten what you are worth, to me.
I have no money, nor sense, or anything to offer but myself.
But that is fine.