Revisiting


Now thoughts of you are rare,
a distraction not afforded me.
Life has gotten too perilous
when you are near,
too much a luxury.

Is this how love begins to end?
I am too busy keeping all the lights on,
it demands too much attention;
they fade as I stop thinking of you.
Thoughts of you began to be
forgot, how my heart rapidly beat.
Beloved, is this how?  It ends.
And the fire is going, roaring,
tinged with the taste of sour gone sweet.

I have aged
to hunt tigers, to pursue you.

Ariel