Unless it was the silent retreat of tears
What’s your belief?
The most hesitant of us relived those years
Desperate for momentary rewards
Wandering through the dreams of our past lives
Discovering that one moment that refused to fade
Wishing it could have lasted for more than that instant
Wondering how we ever arrived here
Three thousand miles between then and now
Be it through conjecture or myth
And then everything vanished
Like a sudden shadow in the night
Denied an existence
You were the torn apart martyr
Who made choices based on the facts you were given
Though so much was missing
Half of the pages never turned
It was as if we’d never been friends
…… And lovers
Still making rare appearances in random, un-announced visions
Refusing to age
Though I never knew any other age
Same touch, same lingering scent
Though in its wake, an image of life scarred and bent
Left one pondering what ifs.
May 2015
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