Lost love file
I found traces of my long past desires,
waiting in the night,
the faded and jaded embers of past fires
there at fall of light,
that once consumed my waking hours,
colouring my sight
not damped by summer’s final showers
piercing the bright,
with tiny pearls for fay meadow flowers
red, blue and white.
These unfulfilled wants haunt me still,
every once in a while,
with what ifs and buts my mind to fill,
and my heart beguile.
An unquenched thirst is a bitter pill,
and a deceitful smile,
an eternal spirit that no man can kill
or ever put on trial,
and so linger as many a missed thrill
in my lost love file.