the last time
i remember loving you…
it felt like
falling to the fear.
the blue glow as i blew smoke.
like fireflies in the fireplace-
beautiful and brick.
a kiss that tasted tender
with the tang of peach schnapps.
sex on the floor and stars in the sky.
it was a dozen pounds of difference.
it feels like the end of an era
in the prime of my life.
and i know now
that i’ll never feel it again
because
i just remembered…
it felt like
fleeting.
like falling.
like flying.