The Lost Embrace

Embrace which once was profound solace

Hast turned from respite in to spite;

Body from which I now recoil

Wast once my only true delight.

But rhymes cannot attain

That night we walked, from lamp to lamp

Asphalt glowing under streetlight

Innocent as roaming children

Unstrickened by worlds of men and women

In a chill which held the hope of years.

I met you there,

That none might know the fathoms of my secret plight;

As even then I now desire,

But cannot give you back the night.

Time heals nothing, though space may rectify

The brutal callous of my thought.

Separately, in separate lives, one might justify the naught.