Into a letter
to a past lover
I pour my misery
in hopes of forgetfulness
Ironic
that that is all I have left:
memory
Of our boundless energy
our youth, our bodies entwined
bathed in the effortless effort
unthinking to the music
the hard
hard rock to which
we danced
Do you recall
our kisses
and moans?
Do you dream of
our firsts,
our wild nights
our reverence of one another
our amazement at
what we’d discovered in
each other and
our knowledge that
it could never last?
Your voice will ever be with me.
For this I thank you and
for as long as this memory lives
so will you
in my heart.