Potentate.

Innermost love,
times we passed
holding.

Hours spent
in each other's
solace.

Now parted,
I'm not in your
head.

You moved on,
me — left behind...
crunched.

Like a candy bar.
In my head...
images.

Not to be forgotten,
of times we spent
together...

Free, gentle
yearning to feel
the passion of release.