There are moments,

Brief instances in time;

Where I convince myself that the feelings will subside.

Fixated on the past,

Perpetuated by fantasy.

Tricks of the mind,

To assassinate the ecstasy.

Any bliss of romance,

Masked as sins of my ignorance.

Live in it.

Fester and brood.

Allowing time to pass,

Expecting duration to change the mood;

Enter you.

Notice how the air has only thickened.

Imprinted on my heart,

The loss has left me sickened.

Distraught,

Futilely taming my thoughts.

Longing to be connected,

But through trial it’s been tested,

I took too long to learn lesson.

The risk of progression.