The last flutter

Ten years my love
Doors opening while closing
Ten thin undiluted destitute hopes
Lingering good and bad times
Eyes un-guilty of her marriage photos
Bodies falling, slowly, bared, entwined
Satiating two next moments
Nothing but all veiled away
Book of love we read
Hope, life alive and believe
One first time, never ending lasting desire
Two halves of unprocessed leaves untold
Mirrors bouncing the time
Wait to wait and wait
Forever no regrets
Until, one day, light bored the cocoon

A new silken dimension
A way in and out
New days fast losing warm
The eight o'clock lover's ghost
Agony hidden torment
A refuge to a little girl
Eight o'clock robotic drive
Eight o’clock it is
Days of sense and dither
Blind days dates in verse
No end to hope and freedom
Ride alone to the centre
A world of twos and threes
Dead end desire
one the only one
Wishful hands in hope for more
Times more times left alone
Ten times many years
Nothing now but moments
Of you invisible me
Twice undoing the past

Solace in memory
Long years lived in the shadows
More years sighing to this ghost

A past to forget