Fragments Of What Used To Be

The furtive glances casted my way,
From eyes I could never forget;
Reminiscent of our past indulgence.

I’ve felt the burn of your wandering eyes,
The lingering sensations of your delicate touches;
Your healing hands,
Your powerful embrace,
The taste of your lips grazing mine.

Our carefree actions and shameless words;
The indulgence that we once shared,
That is now a mere illusion of our memories.

As issues arose and life ensnared us in its horrors,
We became a classic tragedy;
An apparition of our past joy,
The opposite of everything we wanted.

As the delusion crashed down to earth,
And our hearts along with it,
We locked the pain inside;
Shutting away those feelings and memories,
Never again to speak of those beautiful sins.

Though out of sight,
And supposedly out of mind,
The intensity of your eyes tells me otherwise;
Burning into mine in that particular way...
Beckoning;
Urging the memories to rush back,
As powerful and treacherous as an oncoming collision.

If only for a second,
I can’t help but indulge in the moment;
Sharing that bittersweet nostalgia for our weakness;
For those fragments of what used to be.