seven sins of a purposeless mind

[yourwordsmylife]

questions unanswered
and moods undeserved.
i swear they still taste of you.
nights alone.
nights asleep.
everyone walks out of this life.
i think like i forgot you.
i talk like i remember.
only wishing that bottle of cover up
would work it's magic on you.
nights in my mind from so far away,
i only remember importance and inference.
quarters and miles.
nights when the windows were open
and the air was too cold.
just like us.
radio cords and one-hour drives.
you were a plague of emotion,
a flood of memories.
you didn't commit all seven sins,
but you got pretty damn close.