My heart pings at memories of you.
Memories like
Cuddling on the couch
Watching tv all day
Taking drives to old neighborhoods to look at old beautiful homes and wonder  
about the people inside and the lives they lived; or at least I did
Memories like
Hugging, kissing, talking, touching, loving, laughing, cursing, living
Memories like
The way you looked at me when we made love
The way you made me feel wanted, needed, and even loved
Memories like being up for days on end, working by day, dancing to the lights at night
We would dance for hours in matching phedoras with the backsplash of stobe lights and mystical laser light creations
We would dance to our shadows even though my heart was full of light then
My heart pains at the memory
of us  
of us being happy
of our laughter in the home we created
of a love eight years strong
of a love that made me feel on top of the world
of a love that grew as our ages climbed
of a love that brought us to mountain tops during every season
of a love that became burdened with the past that kept rearing its ugly head
of a love burdened by feelings that I couldn’t mask anymore
Why is love so hard?
Why can’t it all be sunshine and glimmering stars?
My heart aches over a love that is in my past.