Crutches of bondage

The amputated limb feels like a part of me.
A part of me just drifted away.
Like a broken limb of a tree,
Carried down by torrid streams.
Like it, I long to be free.

The remains...

The place we met..no longer is...
In its place, now rests a memory...
I am in love with what you were..
And, you in love with what I was.
The ghosts of our past continue to be in love...