A fleeting memory of a long-lost love
lingers at the tip of my tongue.
I shudder to think and to relive
that which I’d lost for so terribly long.

All love is now lost to me forever,
merely an abstract physical transaction.
It is an inherently doomed endeavor,
the logical endpoint of basic attraction.

Yet I do not miss these aspects of being,
for I can’t embrace their value.
There is so much more to the miracle of living,
so much to redefine and defy you.

I invent myself anew with adventurous spirit,
chasing dreams of the yet undiscovered.
Something strange appears and I feel it,
for with trifles, I’m not to be bothered.