you've got a hold on me

You Remain - Arthur Symons

As a perfume doth remain

In the folds where it hath lain,

So the thought of you, remaining

Deeply folded in my brain,

Will not leave me; all things leave me;

You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go

Other moments I may know,

That shall waft me, in their going

As a breath blown to and fro;

Fragrant memories, fragrant memories

Come and Go.

Only thoughts of you remain

In my heart where they have lain-

Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining

A hid sweetness, in my brain.

Others leave me; all things leave me;

+you remain.

if you miss a void into a hollow a gap into a hole a

dent into a depression

what do i do then? it's missing something deeper. still.