Times have come and gone
like winds blowing clouds about,
a dance so soft and pure.
Sands through an hourglass
or filtering through your
fingertips that used to intertwine;
Love that has passed.
I’m reminded of a portrait
when glances weren’t arduous,
car windows opaque in
a steamy embrace,
evenings of removing black lace.
Was it a memory or something conjured
within my mind’s eye?
Tears roll down from
Piece’s of both hearts once were,
why did they end in such an ordeal?
Plagued by a scorned heart,
thoughts of it never being able to mend…
It was time to let go of
the memories that haunted me;
To begin again,
something must end.
I’m deserving of loves second chances,
not afflicted by pain.
I so long the voyage
to seek another to break the chains
of a proverbial
where love’s first kiss
[Picture provided by Pinterest]