Past Love

It all came back in
a flash. How I used to love
you. The pleasure then

brings me agony
in the present, agony
of reopened wounds

that never really
healed. They were simply holes that
lingered without care.

But you came along
back into my life and now
I know just how much

I loved you. But we
can't go back and pick up where we
left off. We have to

move on painfully
into the future as friends.
But all I ask is

this. May I have just
one final kiss goodbye and
then we can go on

and laugh and smile and
remember how things were and
smile at tomorrow.