Lost in memories, again.
Restless midnite dreams
only make the heartache
pour from pores
that bleed dry
the very soul of me,
the memory of touch,
of arms that once held me tight,
making love all night,
even as we watched the rising sun,
the one that never brightened my day
as did the smile on your face.

Oh, how I do miss you.

Ours was a love affair
written passionately
on the face of the moon
as it showered us with hope
and certainty
that this was the greatest love
of all eternity.

Oddly enough,
it still is.