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My Lost Love
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; memories too cursed, too pained, too condemned to linger ashamed and 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 electrically as one.
Deep kisses giving way to long caresses; holding each other, the unbreakable grip of two lovers, never wanting anything else, never separated, 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 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, a twist never to cease, without ease, without end;
The cruelest twist there’s ever been. I won’t find my lost love again.
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