Message to my Past

My first attempt at sensory poetry

I walk on through this fog and stumble at the curb
My flesh is feeling numb and I've frayed my last nerve
Dragging up the drive with dread filling my heart
My heart and mind feel so very far apart
My feet blindly test the sidewalk I can no longer see
Nothing there is clear with tears upon my cheeks
I try to keep my path straight and narrow too
I'm only just outside but that doesn't concern you
My stomach it is sinking it must be on the ground
My ears have just shut off and I cannot hear a sound
I finally reach the door and my hands are madly shaking
I try to find my nerve, a bravery I am faking
I reach inside my bag for the purpose I am here
My hands clasp the page and my heart is drown in fear
For on the note that I will leave upon this door
Is the message that has shaken me to my very core
The writing is simple and it is not drawn out
On this path strewn with betrayal I took the direct route
I will nail this to your door and then I will just leave
I will move on from my past, to you I no longer cleave
You will read this note standing in the morning dew
"I just cannot forgive because I'm still in love with you"