What Was Her Name?

Hangover

She intoxicated me.
Not with drugs and alcohol,
but with her very being.

When she walked past I forgot existence itself.
Soft an sweet she walked light as a feather
and I knew of nothing but her.

When she called my name, “Billy,”
there was no other sound in the world,
and none has ever compared.

Having her near was like being high
on a drug like none I’ve ever known,
a drug I could have never imagined.

And now that she’s gone....
All these many years later
the hangover will never end.

I wrote these words years ago for a woman I loved but all these years later I can't remember wich woman she was as the many broken hearts have all run together. I sometimes fear that soon I'll not remember ny own name.

Comments

[matt at shadow of iris]

Very nice words.

She intoxicated me.
Not with drugs and alcohol,
but with her very being.

I'm completely hopeless. When I use to ride the train to work, this happen to me nearly every day, often more than once. Too many lost loves. ;)

[Billy]

Dude, I know the feeling!

[SarahA]

We Women have that affect on men! Ha! Liking your words, you.