The hour was long, I knew not when, I’d find my long lost love again.
A loss long past; days fly but die hard and fast; cursed memories too pained,
too condemned to keep, to remain ashamed, strained, aghast.
My love faded and changed, her face beautiful, perfect, unsoiled,
arranged making me feel I had once more won those timeless
days of joy begun when love’s fresh dew and warm rays of sun smiled
on our love new, pure, powerfully felt vividly as one.
Deep kisses giving way to long caresses; holding each other, the unbreakable
grip of two lovers, never wanting anything other, never separated, never alone,
never craving another.
But I knew it an illusion; my primal heart not letting go, not able to see
truth behind false fusion with woe gaining speed, breaking into my mind,
a woe on whose brain it set and and gleefully, savagely, sadistically dined.
I was not foolish but fooled, distracted, blissfully numb in the belief of a gentle
nudge of when that golden, cascading tide when we would hold each other tight
again would come, whether morning, noon or night whenever from, our bonds
too strong, our fear too great to crack or stress or sever what we had, our heightened
sense of the dread of banished loneliness unsaid. We’d die together, our hearts
and souls intertwined forever.
Then I opened my eyes to the broken mirror, a loathsome image I could only despise,
shattered in love’s cold strangle, feelings squeezed then crushed then left to dangle
in the dark light’s shadowy shine of lies; I realized her forever lost and cried.
I knew the twist, the twist fated forever weathered and withered again;
the twist never to mend, without ease, without cease, without peace,
without end; The twist that could only be the cruelest blow to my heart
there ever has been for I knew that my heart, the lost love part, would never
find her again.
