I didn't want us to be an ephemera,
I wanted us to be sempiternal.
Sipping on the rose tinted wine of eternity
While our hearts danced to the waltz.
Though our love was magic,
I always found myself in sciamachy,
doubting and fighting my feelings.
We used to sit on the front porch
watching the sun rest on the horizon
of tomorrow. We’d pass time
laughing and spilling our dreams
into the intertwining lust forming.
The world hushed to the sweet
anchor of togetherness
we were imprinting like fossil fuels,
wanting to freeze time like a photo booth,
each night was spontaneous captions
of greatness we fancied
until we slumbered off at the matutine hour.
I miss that now.
The benthic intensity now tucked away
in the shoebox collecting dust,
holding dandelion seeds of yesterday's love.
Looking back, we were us,
but now I am I. No longer in dozakh,
we are left strolling to life’s tour guide
of imagination and mystery.