Every naked body l see
Only seems to remind me
Of just what we used to be
So nice to be embraced by you
And I know you felt it, too
Now the pain that holds me tight
Each and every damned cold night
Burns my soul and steals my sight
Your love wrapped me up so warm
A refuge hidden from the storm
So good to feel, so nice to taste
Now it's all gone, all a waste
Dry cold ash is my repast
And every love I try and feel
Only seems to remind me
Of just what we used to be
Love's repose stays fleetingly
© by Trish Shields
August 7, 1999