Shared breaths, kisses, and laughter in a borrowed bed,
Two souls unbound, inhibitions shed, as morning light crept overhead.
Our lives didn’t halt but they intersected briefly.
Neither at fault, intertwined bodies, beliefs held deeply.
Dried up aching space,
Conversations I cannot retrace.

I am only left with the phantom limb of you
A vestigial appendage I had for just a night
Wondering if we had more time, would we have worked?
Did we only made sense because we were drunk?

How sincere were the tender forehead kisses you sowed?
Rose seeds took root in my mind,
Dawn’s light never came, nothing grew.
Should I water or salt them?
Thorns prickle, but blood drawn proves it was real.

Fleeting, ephemeral, and hazy recollection
Was it pity, naivety, hope or a combination?
How singular was this experience?
If we were not meant to be,
Will I spend my time searching
For your petals budding in strangers?