To the one that got away.

 
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In a flash of exacerbation,

pseudo-intellectual masturbation.

Crimson. Scarlet. Rose.

The sweet release of prose

The emptiness of regret

The tantalizing memory of sweat

 

The brief moment of clarity

appreciation of rarity

The elysium of thunder

the recapturing of wonder

Where procrastinated syncopation leads

Where the unexpurgated heart bleeds

 

You were there for one brief, shining, perfect moment

and then you weren't.