At certain times we have to move on.

as past flames rekindle


Once, so many years ago,
now a distant place and clime;
moments of thought and life shared,
each moved in perfect time.

Words in unison, hearts pulsed;
so intimate, each gesture,
each expression fears repulsed;
companions of great measure.

Now it seems we're worlds apart;
nothing more in common share.
The last desired thing to start,
fray last threads beyond repair.

Tomorrow bears no sunrise
with correspondent promise;
about oneself realise
quite the monster: surmise.

To let bygones be bygone,
this callow heart has not learnt;
perhaps hope had wily drawn
from past flames this quill has burnt.

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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-05-23 at 00:01

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How beautiful and sad. I think we are all inexperienced and unknowing when it comes to letting things go. Very nice work.