Ghost of Memories Past
Faded ink on wilted rose petals
Remembering the kisses
That sealed those love letters,
Like bloom of summer fresh.
Abandoning the steady pace of friendship
We threw ourselves into desire’s nets.
Infatuation’s besotted intimations
Were sent by starry nights
That our secrets kept.
Two lonely souls desperate for comfort
Of loving touch and tender word.
All caution and sense discarded
We drowned in each other’s arms.
But love can be a fickle, cruel mistress.
Her heady wines are bitter-sweet.
One must be willing to be scratched by thorns
When picking from her fragrant flower bed.
We risked it all for dreams
And lost each other.
One dreadful morning
The sweet mirage dispersed like mountain fog.
And non but ashes left
From dancing flames we stocked.
But years past
My soul remembers still
The warmth of your companionship close,
Sincere sharing and support.
It is my friend I miss the most
And wish I could take back
Those ruinous declarations of love.
©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2022
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