Burning Tears

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