Insulated by seclusion,
comforted by wine,
my evenings of dormancy
are once again impelled
into the quiet seas of rumination.
When,
as randomly as my drifting thoughts
that weave in and through
my indiscriminate cognition,
a soft unbidden light
gently transudes through my
mind's curtain of lethe,
and lays a tame glow
on a forgotten young face.
Warm reminiscent coruscations
of your adoring touch,
bathe and soften my callous melancholy
into velvet, fluid tears of lamentation.

How i wish i would have told you.