If Only

Reliving words, moments, images,

my heart quick-stepping through emotional scrimmages.

Reflection.

Efforts to keep it real are sabotaged as romance-birthed clouds of amnesia

hide the jagged edge of reality.

Comfortably locked in warm embrace,

scowling at the abysmal chasm with great distaste.

Battling to keep the mnemonic slides in focus,

wishing for Love to be the locus

Lingering scent, feelings dared, if only you could really have cared.

The heat of truth melts the iceberg of circumstance.

A dark ocean remains.

Vast, deep, cold.

Knocked down by the tidal wave of truth, thrown against the wall of fact, pieces of h O p E scatter wide, will it ever again be intact?

Excitement dwindles, text briefly rekindles.

Heavy blanket of disappointment unfolds,

my once happy heart a mite of courage upholds.

Refusing to cry, letting out only a sigh, who but on Him can I rely?