When Love was You

First posted 8/7/17 When memories hang like luminous fireflies and days are another red thread on the horizon when hope is no more than a wish held in the heart's reminder To what end do you haunt me so? Is it a desire to once again feel my heart endlessly float from passion's yearning caused by your kiss or the warmth of your hands as they held tight in conformation Yes, I've kept your memory close a jeweled reflection like a passing star leaving a fiery tail etched in the night sky disappearing in the darkness like a silent wish and a sense of awe