Your laugh was once a soft, mellow sound,
A sound I readily welcomed
A sound I eagerly cherished
Radiant and Jovial
And now it’s the rumble of a far, desolate place
Your touch was once a prospect I readily welcomed
Slow and affectionate,
Your soft palms pressed up against mine
And your steady fingers parting my slicked hair
Your cool lips grazing mine
As the warm, gentle breeze encircled our naked bodies
And in those moments, your touch became ardent and sensual
And then, once again, gentle and affectionate
Your tears were once sacred
A vulnerable indication of the love we momentarily shared
A vulnerable reflection of your warmth and tenderness
An insightful route to parts you never disclosed
But, now, they’re forged
And meaningless.
Fake.
Falsified
A complete hoax.
And just as the leaves began to fall
And the earth began to cool
So did my heart.
Until the love dissipated.
And the message grew clear.
So, the love quickly disappeared.
Sinking deep down into the dark depths of the earth.
Never to be revitalized
Never to be found.
Gone.
Gone forever.