I can remember moments of perfect bliss when waves of love laughter and affection flowed abundantly and freely between us
Moments of perfect bliss when flesh meeting flesh electrified the air and passion consumed our every breath
Moments of perfect bliss when holding you as we slept connecting our heart beats in the sharing of comfort made fairytales seem possible and bloomed the hope of happy endings
Precious memories haunting my heart and soul that are so fragile and tender and often leave me searching for all the explicable reasons of why those memories didn't come true, can't come true
Memories that have shattered into shards of sadness and disappointment in comparison to other memories tainted with despair and anguish
Memories that are sharp and painful and harsh and have a blaring soundtrack with lyrics full of fear and blaming, viciously attacking, declaring war, and taking no prisoners
Memories of instances where we seemingly forgot the love that existed between us and squared off as adversaries, each emotionally attached to our version of right
Memories of when a lovers touch left black and blue landmines hidden amidst an inky terrain and of a passion fuelled by the frustration of rage and fear, rather than desire and love
Memories of arrested developments playing out scenes of possession and jealousy with cracked egg shells littering the space between us and no clue how to putting humpty together again
Heartbreaking memories that silence the whispered questions of ‘why not' ‘what happened' and ‘if only' and serve as reminder of why that precious tender love now exists only in memory and an empty hole in my heart needs to be healed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the ways you pour out your soul is mind altering.. very strong and lasting impression