Besotted
Love after the human experience is still love....
Breathing in our past, besotted air,
Exhaling whispers, vows we should not share.
So many journeys still wait to unfold,
Oh, for a chance to rewrite stories untold.
To rewind to that day, soaked by the summer rain,
The way you laughed, a melody that eased my pain.
Eventually love's tide had to ebb and flow,
Days of heartache, I still can't let go.
