Bittersweet Memories

I never expected to see you again. I thought that I was safe somehow. But there you were, sitting in the balmy evening, soft candlelight casting luminescence upon your face. All the world fell silent and faded away around me. I watched you lean over, brush away her tumbling auburn curls and tenderly kiss her neck. I wanted to look away, but I've yearned so much for the sight of you, that the pain was worth it. The memories, bittersweet to me, reflections of her love, the passion, heated and distant between us, are mere ember now, yet in my mind, so heartbreakingly vivid. Laughing, your eyes crinkling at the corners, that disarming dimple in your left cheek, begging to be kissed. And your eyes, ah, your eyes, blue as corn flowers, swaying in a summer breeze. Lying next to you, nestled in your embrace, caressing my body in morning's sweet amber glow, I feel your touch still. It is imprinted on my skin. She leans over and whispers in your ear, your laughter warms my flesh. That deep, rich resonance awakens a familiar ache within me. My body, my lips, my mind, all crave you more than ever before. I can't turn away, even though each moment watching you is like a dagger through my heart. The way you touch her, the way you take her in your arms to dance. I imagine you around each other, your moans of ecstasy, calling out her name as the moment of heavenly release washes over you. You stand, and for a moment I see a flicker of recognition. Then you turn and walk away, and my heart breaks all over again. I never expected to see you again. I thought that I was safe, somehow.