Not all love affairs consist of all happy times.

 The Friday night pumpkin-coach
That whisked you to my door,
Has come to take you home again,
To live, live your life,
On your own once more.

It could have been a fantasy,
You being here, so close to me.
There was some kind of payment given,
And things felt as good as they used to be.

With silence encumbered emotion,
Bright magnetic attraction reignited.
With a spark from the fire of your flame,
This blind one was once again sighted.

The roller coaster ride
You've taken me on for years
Passed as some kind of gentle bemusement,
Until things became perfectly clear.

Silent still in darkness,
Surrounded from all sides,
Imagination rockets.
Again, comes surging the tide.

Awash, aghast, transfixed in the cyclone
Living in the moment for me with you.
Forget what I've learned about purpose,
Remember how it feels: alive, free, and true .

For twenty-four hours we lived
Just the way we wanted to be.
Transgressions, migrations, destinations,
Showed me the way to set my soul free.

Whisper to me in the dimness
In predawn's early light.
Ignore the stoic stone culprit god
Who robs us of all our delight.

With dawn comes the light, and robs comfort.
It all feels so wrong by day.
The darkness is strongest in moonlight,
Until our next rendezvous, a full month away.