Haunting
The many moods of a yesteryear bond
Engraved deep in my bruised soul
Flimsy
My excuses, my reasoning, my denials
To shield the truth from poisoned grins
Frazzled
My mind, my true self
As they long to reach out, still
Fresh
The rides in the rain, the hugs, the kisses
The eyes into which I fell but never drowned
Hope
What eludes me, forcing me onto my knees
Battering my wits with that sinking feeling
Love
The only thing that survived the tempest
And still hoping against hope to relive the
pain
Ethereal
The passion which glued our souls together
Our love, for we were crazy for the laws of
the land
Recurring
Even the miniscule emotion which lit up our
world
The telepathy we still share, long after the
goodbyes
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