Lost Love

LOST LOVE I should not be feeling this way, Perturbed by a distant past, Fluttering its insidious allure Into an immediate moment of impact. We met again before my departure, Me, almost drawing near you To feature as a couple Just for a split second For an offered photoshoot, And you, showing a flawlessly Radiant smile. No, that once-present time is now past, Just as the time before was past Consideration because it would Distract from continuous living. We said goodbye, including An ultimate embrace, which may have Meant more than it was But was not worthy of being lingered To fray our rekindled friendship. A cool mind is needed to control The fire, burning the lengthy Wasteland of separate intervals And render them as harmless ashes To maintain the status quo.