An Old Flame
AN OLD FLAME
Her lips were electric, burning to the touch
I hungered for them so much
In an all-consuming passion for her
In a fire dance leaving no ember
It was the first and only time in my life
A girl seemed destined to be my wife
She loved me so. . . but then love vanished
I had no idea why sudden it perished.
Tried to hide the tears inside with a casual smile
And say I didn’t think of her all the while.
Try to pretend she was just another somebody. . .
But in the hush of night her half-heard melody
Repeating its strain of rift and loss
Still pervades the dreams where I drift and toss
Oh, her voice is like an unfinished song
Whose chorus echoes all night long
To the music still strongly burning.
When comes her smile again amid my yearning -
When I allow it to envelope me -
It is cold flame, though a thousand degree -
Still I find no answer among the remains of the pyre.
Thirty years should have damped the fire.
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Written 7 June 2012
Entered in Gail Doyle's Contest Remembering A Lost Love
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