buhleedat

flickering
tendrils of hope
tickled
this
old soul with
phantoms of
pleasure.


reminiscences
of a joy
once flaunted,
now a
haunting reaffirmation
of need
unmasked
by your
brief
insurgence.

thank you,
you delightful
colorful,
wonderful
whisper of
the possible,

now,
begone!