Is That Wrong?

Is that wrong?
He’s clawing at his head as if stung by a million swarming... running, desperate through dark streets like he’s afraid of morning... and even though it’s been so long since you were last here, I can still feel you... I can still taste you –
Is that wrong?
Under dark shadows of children fallen from shuddering, stormy trees... kicking, dissolute, through drifts of your lost ambitions... swore I’d never be one of these... and even though it’s been so long since I last touched you, I can still feel you, I can still smell your subtle...
Is that wrong?
Hands clamped tight over his ears now, though the thunder’s long since gone... fears the voices in the static on his radio but it’s been so long... and even though it’s been so long since I last held you, I can still feel you, still miss you, I am still cold in your shadow...
Is that wrong?