I've heard this tune before
of butterflies that tickle
of time that stands
still

Whispering
of days more free
saccharine, yet bitter

Of turbulent emotions
and boundaries untested
untarnished
by careless love

A time of yearning,
begging,
pleading,
always wanting more.

Dancing naked
under the starry night sky
never caring about the morning.

First failure.
First disappointment.
How divine

to feel it all again
the loose security,
of dreams unfulfilled

This melancholy tune.