Through Misted Panes
Regretful memories of lost love
A dull ache,That’s all it is, A half-remembered pain From long ago, But still very real, Inescapable. That is all that remains, A nagging remnant of love, Faded, dull, yet sharp As a splintered shard of glass, A fragment of iridescent joy, Pricking my heavy heart. Together we were magnificent Every moment utter bliss, Rapture on rapture Shining in brilliant splendour, Eternally mated, Perfect in execution. That is gone fo...