in gushes of giggling laughter
produces another spiky catalyst in my tired mind.
All goodness and soft near-kisses
will be looked back upon, and then
those that were once so pure and undefiled will attack the weak.
Every glance exchanged
Lingering hands in the air
All speechless moments
Poems you wrote when you were a kid
Walks across the back lot
Feel of your breath on my face
Hugging you and I smell your scented hair
Letting go of your body and feeling the warmth leave
Laughing together at the store
Driving and singing, singing, singing
The mem�ries already dying;
flat-lining in a sterile bed.
I wonder if I should have ever started to get involved.
Life with spurts of serious pain
but mingled in relentless joy?
I am so tired of faint ghosts always coming back to haunt me.