Saturday Evening

My old demons never want to leave me alone.  They crept out time after time this week.  They keep creeping out even tho I tied to stuff them back time after time right where they belong.

They make me close my eyes and try to remember what it felt like to be a human being back in a previous life.  What did her perfume smell like?  How did her touch feel? What did it feel like to be close to another human being?  I don’t remember what it felt like.

I keep telling myself “Some day”.  They always fade with the last light of day.