Returning

love dwells on the inside of

our upper thighs when lucky,

but, slowly drifts to other lips

as time drifts up stream and

spawning no longer occurs;

still, we dream a little more

and hope a little more too

that it may return one day,

and maybe sooner than not,

but, return all the same as

we were clearly better off

then we suppose... or not,

remembering that if we were,

we would not be alone now;

and yet, we cannot help it

wondering all the same again,

and believing that if... good,

these feelings might return.

24Apr16