It lit the fuse
seeing her in again
in the flesh
even if her greeting
was still full of rage
old images
like a fading movie
running through my head
the pondering of
“what if”
Remembrance of
That one late night kiss
In her car
Or the other
Outside the bar
Fostering the illusion
Of things
I know cannot be,
Remembrance of scents
Overcoming my senses,
With no protection for me
Except distance
The pitfalls too perilous
To risk, even a year later,
A broth stirred up,
And questions raised
Do her kisses still taste as sweet?
Is she as soft as I thought,
Though perhaps
More to the point,
How she inspired me,
Even with her negativity,
As if challenging me to be
Better than I was,
And yet still
too potent an elixir,
more than just a sip
of wine,
when all I want is
to consume the whole decanter
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