scarred by gentle caresses,

ripped apart by tender kisses,


fractured within,

a ceaseless masqurade without,


when,

           does the ache mend,

lose its sting,

                       soften the blows,


while destiny,

                        fate,

    tomorrows not yet dawned,


shedding tears for pain unmourned,

                     battered blue,

                     and black,


always an arms reach away,

from my weathered backpack,


to venture, to plunge,


into the waters of chance,

where hopes dreams joys,

all dance,


a lifetime away,

yet embossed on the mindscape,


a fleeting moment,

vanishing,

                  like an eternal nostalgic glance …