Our Unfinished Song

The speaker reflects on their unfinished songs as the only remnants of a past love. They long for the memories and emotions that were once shared, but struggle to remember the specifics. The speaker yearns for the passion and intimacy they once had, hoping that it can be revived. They express a desire for their love to be brought back to life, using poetic language to convey their emotions. Ultimately, the speaker concludes with a sense of hope and longing for the music of their love to return. Unfinished songs are all I have left of you, Verses scratched into paper margins. In jilted silence your ballad found me, In the darkness, wrapped around me. The vignette of a life longed for now gone, Like a heat haze of illusory desire. You left me craving you for so long, That I cannot remember the words to our song. These are fleeting quantums of teasing clarity, So I can't pretend it's all coming back to me now. Your melodies still sing to my heart, Yet how can I tell you now that I recall your gentle whispers As I responded to your eager caresses? My skin a map for your desire, As you travelled its captivating contours. You taught me the fine art of love, Which left me yearning for more. Nights of passion, which lingered through until dawn's first kiss, Entwined together, two as one. But too late, it's all coming back to me now. Are our unfinished songs all we have left of us? Or can we put flesh upon our whispered chorus? Must we weep forth in desperate solace, When these dreams we made are yet a spell upon us? The bitter kiss that clings to my lips can drip with harmonies like cream, Bringing forth the softness we crave in the gentle tide of our dreams. Dare I hope beyond hope that it's all coming back to me now. No longer can I bear each cruel night's chill Without the thrill of your warm embrace, The rhythm of your heart dancing with mine, Breathing in the intoxicating scent of your skin, Stirring my senses, which crave the taste of you. Sing to me once more the music of our love, I long to sip the heady wine of your seduction. I live in a paradise where you call to me From realms of reminiscence, In dreams divine of our unfinished song, Where it's all coming back to us now. Thanks for watching!