Silvered sunsets and emerald dreams
lush valleys of wildflowers.
A scent so heady as to wrap around
as you bend to kiss my lips.
I awaken to darkness,
my hand does grope.
Though I know you are not near
have not been for such a time now
habit is hard to break.
I am saddened to discover
my addiction still bites
though I wish that I could forget.
Still there are the memories.
I close my eyes to the tears that burn
scorching down my cheeks.
I thought I had finally been freed
only to discover you pulling me back again.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
August 15/17
