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
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