Arrives rather suddenly,
the room is quiet and barren and filled in memory
though a horrific silent,
for no one that used to be here
exists anymore,
only the tears that remain a sordid reminder
of how our lives can become
something obscure
in a manner of quick and impulsive breaths.
Do you remember the first gasp,
when almost college like,
we would flirt with opportunity
feel the passion of a romance,
and set our sights upon a future,
not having even regained our composure,
flush in the sex of our lives.
There was a girl once
many years before
wore her jeans for days just so the lines
could create our own personal
private Levi sexy moment,
my hands running along her inner thighs
her knowing smile,
and then the room faded ….
decades later,
we are all trying to recreate
that moment.
Oh then there is this grateful pause,
knows confusion well,
yet in the eyes, her eyes,
he knows forever will recognize love,
not such that walks away
because they feel abandoned in their own mind,
without asking questions,
without ever wondering why.
There are two simple explanations,
one that knows love is truly a magical parade
of passion, of desire, of yearning despondency,
when in the other recall
is the remains of some unforgotten journey,
lasted a day, lasted an hour, an occasional decade,
yet certainly could not withstand forever.
In even the simplest terms,
there is a confusion will always bring tear.
© Scott F Savage 2/2020
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