Every Time

Every time I think I am free

assailed by memories

your smile

your kiss

your touch

tears simmer

unshed beneath my lashes.

I tell myself

to not be a fool

that my worth

my desires

my needs

are important

not to be trifled with

and yet…..

when I smell your smell

when out of the corner of my eye

do I spy you waiting

when I realize there will be no more…..

stimulating conversations

where I learn new ideas

new concepts

my eyes are opened to a different way.

There will be no more dinners

or breakfasts shared

beneath full moon

and rising sun.

I turn the radio off

when that song comes on

so as to minimize the hurt.

Every time I think I am free

something about you

will always pull me back.

December 12/18

Photo is one of my own taken Summer of 2017