Why Is It You

I touch.
I feel.
I see.
And I appreciate my life.
But you are there,
In my mind.
I don't want you appearing,
All the time.
I can not remove you.
Even if I wanted to.
How are you doing this,
When you are not in my view?
You did say you would never leave me!
I hear.
I touch.
I feel.
I see.
But why is it you,
I wish not to do this with...
So much?

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

I really understand the questioning in the tone and the curiousity, almost painful, but over come by the curiosity and how simple the physical body can be, but how dominating the mind can truly be the the body.