Addict

I'm riding on the edge again; just-about-tipping-but-not-quite.

Sometimes, it's all about the time of day.
Sometimes, the volume of the people’s voices in the background sends me over. At other times, it is the endless stack of to-do's. The thought of making dinner again, only to watch it get eaten—hard-work-down-the-hatch.
Sometimes it's the rain; or the fact that I only slept three hours because nightmares won’t leave me alone.

Today it's a blend. Strong. A well-roasted combination.

It's coming on stronger now. Dragging at me, making me itch. I need it. A little shot—a quick hit.

I'm giving in.
Pulling out the memory box; the letters, the photos.
I take it in, one thing at a time with trembling hands . . .

One wisp of your perfume drowning my senses...

…to envision your lips on mine

Some days, it saves my life.