Starting Over

Starting Over


To begin again
means the end—
a last taste of your lips,
the final scent of your flesh
a momentary linger of lust.
This brush with fate’s flower
beyond a memory faded,
leading to something new
a place fresh with color—
brilliant shades of light,
sparkling crystal bright
blinding all the past,
all the pain remembered
letting the hurt go
below the surface.
Starting over—
never looking backwards
past the point of reference
of our dividing hearts,
our severed dreams,
silently shared teardrops.
It was you I lost
only to remember me,
pretending the truth
sacrificing our lives—
breathing each others fears.
To begin again
means the end—
to resurrect me
from the dead.