Our tiny spark exploded into a bonfire,
You were the first to reveal I was worth all those dreams I imagined in loneliness,
An intellect beautiful and rare that hid a heart that was broken,
Our drunken passion turned into a sobering realization,
The honeymoon phase turned into a hangover’s daze,
And the conflagration settled to reveal the ashes,
An open lovers’ tryst turned into a quiet lovers’ quarrel,
What once was sweet slowly became sour,
Arms outstretched in lust became a fear kept at arm’s length,
Until all we shared was our mutual loneliness.
But I still remember you.
Looking back at the times we shared,
Not with a sense of regret or melancholy,
But with the deepest sense of gratitude.