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Icarus

Icarus

One year ago

One year ago
We were nearly lovers
One year ago
The closest of friends
One year ago
I was approaching bliss
 
We lay in embrace
Under a tree by the lake
Our stolen moment
Such a sweet interlude
Being in love
With you
 
Time has had its way
What once was so
Completely entwined
Has been utterly
Torn apart
Just one year ago

(2015)

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