Sparked Out

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Time-filtered memories flurry, alight
The sweet, sweet curve of your face
Your beauty, your inner glow
Reminded, I nearly feel
Your sweet embrace
And the way we
Rushed to be
Held
Furtively
Knowing any time
Was not ours to keep
Ignoring the ‘not mine’
Going with the flow, our own
Imaginations freed, running riot
Justifying how we lit ourselves
A bit on fire, got burned
Hot, hot, hot mess
Didn’t learn.
Later
Sensed
Something had
Turned – a new corner
Angles unforseen now made
Their presence known, sharply
Elbows jabbing, wouldn’t fade
Or content to simply lie
For lying was done
We, complicit
Understood
Done
Or not;
For this time
I no longer yearn
Knowing my place
I’d better wait my turn
As butterflies turn into air,
Drift in currents they
Suddenly aren’t
Quite there
Or are
Stuck
Without
Much warning
Arrive at solid glass
Pane confusion, therefore
Surmise they shall not pass
So admit to the conclusion
Their path, thus ended
Burned wings yet
Re-friended
Missing
Dreams
Which never
Could have been
And times ne’er yet
To come, but best unseen.
Wonderful, life-changing;
Still, that Something
Has sparked out
(With love,
Love
Remaining.)