i thought i had found you
but it was just a flash
of fool's gold
unreal unworkable impossible
and
ever so magnetically appealing
so much so
that it became all consuming
every waking hour
finding you spreadeagled
across my mind
when i hear a song
like this one late at night
in the dark
in the quiet
by the glow of the fire
i sometimes wonder
what we would have been like
together
i can only think
we would have been
ecstatically happy
but these thoughts
were mine alone
so
with heavy heart
i sink into the cushions
fall asleep
awake to the sounds of the city
banging of garbage bins and trucks outside
jump starting the grind of the day
and never think about you again
(until the next time )

Midweek Motif Poets United
You never know when those memories will surface once again, but each time it is a mixture of pain and passion.
ReplyDeleteSuch a romantic response to the prompt :) lovely.
ReplyDeletesuch thoughts are for those dark, quiet hours only...the day is for the present moments while night for the absent...thanks for sharing the song....
ReplyDeleteOh yes until the next time when those old loves spring up in our memory again. A perfect song to accompany your lines of the longing, and what ifs.
ReplyDeleteNice - I dig the use of the song.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. I, too, have found the fool's gold. There was a real nugget in there too, but it had a very early expiration date. Sigh. I like this cover of the song.
ReplyDeleteLOL
Deletei think the last verse really circles back to the first and is not a last verse as such. Shakespeare's quote justifies. luv the music.
ReplyDeleteGood Wednesday
much love...
Oh I know those late-night wonderings............and also having dreamed those dreams alone........great response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteWe all chase a little fools gold I guess - maybe that's better than being fooled? If nothing else we can keep dreaming about the shiny
ReplyDeleteTouching piece!!As C. S. Lewis quoted "The death of a beloved is an amputation"....
ReplyDeleteThere always seems to be that next time...
ReplyDeleteWell darn! Turn up the music to drown out tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteUgh - it is in those moments of wonder that the heart remembers..I can feel the longing and the pain...
ReplyDeleteAh yes, those late night thoughts!
ReplyDelete(The Alison Krauss song is rather gorgeous.)
So many angles to this, where to start? Perhaps best not. At the poetry level - a lovely, heart-touching lament. Philosophically? You'll always do your head in pondering what may have been. Night-time roulette is the pits.
ReplyDelete"finding you spreadeagled
ReplyDeleteacross my mind"
This is the BEST line......conjures up exactly the right image for what those late-night songs do!
The strongest love is for the perfect person our own mind manufactures and imbues with all of those qualities we wish for in a mate. And then we fall out of love when the true colours are revealed... (until the next time) :-)
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