2008 Poetry - Arrival Too Late

[amiarashi]

It was conquered and it was shred
Alas - it has returned to flee.
It has been some time,
My good friend
My Sweetie Pie.

It is an awfully familiar face
In the depths of my mind.
It has been some time,
My good friend
My Sweetie Pie.

Cannot say we have spoken -
Cannot say we have touched.
My, my, it has been some time.
My good friend
My Sweetie Pie.

What was the occasion
My friend and myself came to be?
A sorrowful moment -
A painful memory?
Hallow passion
Hallow means -
Scratching and digging,
Searching outward potentially.

Whenever it revisits
It is constantly shrieking -
Take me back, take me in!
By no means must it depart again!
Only the weak and lonely suffice;
Everything else escapes the vice.

A time of bliss,
All gone save for this.
My head is out for yours,
My heart is begging never more.
Why has it come, foul stranger?
Leave my side from your tempting danger.

Try with all of my might,
Still it cannot be left from my sight.
A gas to fuel my flame,
A voice to moan my name,
It shall not end, it shall not cease -
It will never leave me be in peace.

Remembering why it was absent
Was hard on my body physically.
Perhaps it was a punishment -
Perhaps a mere technicality.
Whatever the stars had meant -
No matter how hard they had to see,
Ignoring the evolved human instinct
Was the same as depriving mentality.

It was conquered and it was shred
Alas - it has returned to flee.
It has been some time,
My good friend
My Sweetie Pie.

It is an awfully familiar face
In the depths of my mind.
It has been some time,
My good friend
My Sweetie Pie.

Now say we have spoken -
Now say we have touched.
My, my, it has been some time.
My good friend
My Sweet Valentine.

Written: July 25th, 2008