We burned white-hot, consuming all around us

as our love intensified.

***

Soaring like eagles, the two of us reached

dizzying heights that few dare dream of.

Like Icarus, we flew too close to the sun

and our love couldn't withstand the flames

created by our descent.

***

The end came suddenly, the funeral pyre

fanned by lies, accusations and mistrust.

No love could thrive in that negative cage

and ours was no different. It died that day.

***

Too often the affair ends with acrimony

but I can't walk that path, so joyous

was our love, our time and our song.

***

Small hellos, endless caresses and hurried

embraces full of kisses linger still, their

memory still arousing me, feeding my

lustful thoughts and bringing a smile always.

***

The sound of your voice haunts me,

causes me to pause and to reflect.

What could have saved us?

What could we have said?

***

But such reflections do no good,

don't rewrite history or wipe away

the scars of our blows.

***

Better to let it go, to remember those

things which made us fall in love,

made us full of desire and so

eager to greet each new day.

***

For it was good, it was passionate

and it was white-hot.

***

Yes, it was good.