Whispers of The Past

Whispers of the past

Your eyes tell me of your passion

they dance over me in amusement

A spark ignites

A flame

Passion for your presence

Glances

Stolen

As I pass

The scent of you lingers

the aroma of confidence

We burned together

I was alive

Every fiber

Every touch

attraction

then

all was ended

Sarcasm

Life is a twist sometimes

Unplanned

I think it's settled

Calm

Then POW

I'm hit

Right upside the head

How should I respond?

Is it gone?

That hope for the future

The naievete of youth

All gone

Now every word is a reduction

The shortest means to resolution

A cycle never ending

Beginning

Again

Oh joy