Love One, Love Lost

Morning, friends! Have a poem today that should hopefully evoke powerful feelings and forgotten memories. It does that for me, rereading it the once or twice that I have since its writing. This one means a lot. Please enjoy.

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This Was A Home Once

This was a home once,

where haggard hands caressed tired thighs

and heavy lids covered tired eyes.

I still remember the feeling of the last time

when i held you into the morning.

Like we always do,

we forgot the time again.

I still remember kissing there,

where our lips touched so sweetly

as if to make the world melt away

like butter on the softest, warmest piece of bread.

I remember the bites

and the “I love you”s,

the ones you’ll never remember.

Those memories branded upon my gray matter,

their brilliant, beautiful marks

searing into my flesh.

I remember little dogs and fireflies

passing by the whites of our eyes

like the perfect porcelain of your skin.

I am but a man of stone and dirt,

trite in the face of such a sight,

your beauty and your grace

and those little blue eyes at the top of your face.

A woman of fire and gemstone,

alabaster and ivory;

how could I hope to fill your heart of gold

when I am but granite in the cold?