blank paper
a white sheet
the purity of nothingness
when thoughts have gone wild
refusing to share mild pleasures
of the soul
leaving blank paper in white sheets
like a ghost in an anemic bedroom

i recall
fragments of the past
the pain of first love
the torments of a forlorn heart
and the shame of rejection
a youth that did not know better
i hear a small sound of laughter
from the corridors of regret
the ache of losing you was too much

have i loved you
without knowing your touch
how your skin would feel in my hands
and how your eyes sparkled when
joy sets in
how your mind could recreate a given
situation,
i don't know you, at all

yet you remind me of many things
of uninhabited beaches
of sugar while sea sands
of multi-colored butterflies
of wild flowers in the forest
and of my youth
(having loved you through the most of it)

the dawn is setting in
and i stare thoroughly
at a mental photograph of you
unretouched by time
i do not know where to begin
to end this love affair
long unattended, never consummated

and as i walk away
from my point of origin
i could only feel
that you have not died
from within me
fermented by years
this place you occupied
in my heart
has left a mark
a scar  i could not erase
nor can the tempestuous
changes accompanying life
you sleep within the soft place
inside my heart
that i have created for you....