Memories Burn

Long is the memory's burn when tomorrow comes too soon and time drops its weathered coat upon the vanquished floor of love We danced as lovers beneath the soft sensual glow of eyes on our dim-lit stage of unrehearsed illusion where we were swept away by the haunting melody of love's warm sighs from our lives loneliness Until the last rendered drop of emotion emptied into the parting palms of tender expectations found in the flickering light from the last melted candle darkening our memory Tomorrow is another red thread on the horizon where love so alive, so vibrant is forever distant as to never have been except for the enduring face that melts away again and again in the darkness of memory's sadness Perhaps fate was unkind to allow our souls to bleed when it unleased our passions embraced in fury in our intimate bondings that revealed the emptiness we needed to fill...before our last goodbye 12/15/19