Can you find an asylum for me, please?

Living in my mind where we still exist,

Senseless love always, forever persists,

Who cares about now, when we had a past?

When all else has faded, our love will last.

I miss you all year through to December,

I miss all the things I can’t remember,

Time is a thief, it has stolen too much,

Your laugh, your cologne, but worse yet, your touch.

My psychiatrist says I’ve gone insane,

But what does he know? He has no twin flame.

Loneliness cuts but at least I have loved

These aren’t words on a page, but my soul’s blood.

Can you find an asylum for me, please?

I can’t stop reading my poems to trees.