The Return of a Lover

A dream, dormant for decades,

Returns all at once,

Triggered by a movie.

Words flow onto the page,

Every silly move forgotten.

Memories sting; actions remain.

Paths marred by ash and grit.

As after a brutal, icy blizzard,

A new scene forms

Beyond the arc of the rainbow,

Where we paused.

Our dreams went wrong,

And now we're filled with fear.

You're unchanged, but I'm not.

I'm a ghost of who I used to be,

A living dead.

You haven't changed.

It's a simple story about one man

Locked in marriage, loaded with spare time

We'll never see eye-to-eye.

Our paths are too different for us to meet.

Keep that in mind next time you hear about me.