Memories
Become dancing sparks
Starved for the contours
Of a drifting mind
I allow the moments
Spent far ago
To cradle the present
I am doomed to cleave
Leather – bound romance
Grows to a menacing fog
Echoing, the sweet nothings
That plagued my former self
I no longer reel
For fondness reigns supreme
Coddling, my present angst
With the coils
Of newfound tenderness
I shall never lament
Only bask in love restored
Forgetful of the agony
That once scorched me so

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