Ode to the Closure

When the sweetest gift of life laughed upon my plight,
The warmth, the scent and the touch were my gifts.

When the comforting heat melted me in the winter's night,
The pleasure of present surpassed the wounded forgone.

But when the passion dies as the fire does by morning light,
The bitter past weighs heavier than the sweetness of present.

Today, as I stand upon the head of the two diverging roads,
Eagerly, I desire our paths to cross again to hold you tight.

When memories fade far away from my tiring sight,
I hope laughter to be the only that shines as I look back.