Mine

Love in the air,
love in the beat,
love in the heart,
love in the feet,
hopelessness abounds,
broken by love,
with pain to waver
to passion rising above.
dancing around
in freedom, in mud,
screaming together
with a best bud.
the room spinning
in a twirl of love
turning quickly into
a twirl of an angry shove.
a collage of pain
once believed to be pleasure
is now gone for what
seems like forever.
flashes of former lives
thought to be gone
filled with all we
were warned to be wrong.
all of the past
images so vivid,
of spirits passionate,
with spirits livid,
now pain once railed
is again yearned for
thinking to be acceptable
if good does return.
stories told of years
within moments of flashes
knowing it needed to
and has now proved to have passed us.
lips dry and chapped
awaiting a partner's touch
now believing the wait
to be too much.
it is over now
as it should have been long ago
with no more tears to shed
and no more tears to flow.
the most pain felt
is in the ending
with two souls left
without the much needed mending.