You keeping popping up
like the cork at the end of the champagne, exciting the room, and releasing a splash of nostalgic pain.
One drop and my heart sinks and I collapse with the strain.
Your fire-red name burned on my brain.

And even if my thirst passed,
my eyes are still hungry for another first glance.
A pass in the hall, for a moment our eyes dance - and then I would hate myself for hoping that finally at last
It could be true.
But the only truth is

I can never have you.