The luster of past lovers once held never faded from my mind, a spark inside of a memory of them gone, but to this day they shine

Ever encroaching death the unfathomable relentlessness of the passage of time.

Thoughts of Lost Love, remnants, and images of passion once mine, reminds me of the sands of The hourglass how they continue to fall youthfulness left behind

So vivid are these vestiges, they feel sinful almost a crime, my hips between her thighs her lips pressed firmly against mine.

Tender kisses face to face, within inches long deep stares, eye to eye, it's almost as if we're still there,

I can't help but think of Porphyria brutally strangled with her own silky yellow hair, lifeless eyes still holding beauty in their glare.

Phantoms long gone, ghostly fragments of lost lovers laid bare. Some would call me lucky to have loved and lost so many, knowing someone so deeply that they, and I, opened our souls to share.

Yet how they haunt me, holding still a piece of my heart. These lost loves from whom I did part, rippling residually, perpetually causing mixed emotion of joy and dispaire.

Connections severed and beyond repair, lessons learned from our loves affair. Heart aches not wasted. Time not spent in vain, gaining wisdom and patience. cherished were the experiences we shared, and though they may be gone for each love lost,

I do still care.

By David Michael Goad II

Nice

Nice .

One should never forget past loves for at one time they put a imprint across your heart... very nice read~~