It can be so tempting.
You remember the first steps of discovery. The tentative words.
The sense of recognition. The coincidences. The incredible similarities. The attraction of opposites.
The meeting of minds.
How you laughed
at everything.
The endless, meandering, bright, eloquent, charming, perfect conversations.
Light shining in eyes.
You recall the desire, the ache, the longing, the shared yearning.
The exploration.
The bliss of bodies.
The joy of one.
It is so tempting to go back
But the reasons why
it all went wrong
never really go away.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Thomas Saliot
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
lostgenny
July 29, 2014 at 10:14 pm
No they don’t. How did you know I needed these words today?
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Romantic Dominant
July 29, 2014 at 10:27 pm
I didn’t. But if they helped, I am glad.
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errantsatiety
July 30, 2014 at 6:03 am
Yes, it can be so very tempting. Well expressed (as always) and beautiful in it’s stark poignancy.
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Romantic Dominant
July 30, 2014 at 6:04 am
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed.
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Heartafire
July 30, 2014 at 3:33 pm
beautiful writing Mr. D. I think this is one of my favorites from you, but there are so many lovely poems it is not be easy to select a “favorite”.
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Romantic Dominant
July 30, 2014 at 7:03 pm
You are always too generous Ms H
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b.l. ronan
August 1, 2014 at 9:16 pm
hindsight always pulsates in the romance of nostalgia. X
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Romantic Dominant
August 1, 2014 at 9:31 pm
Indeed. Smiles.
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emmylgant
August 3, 2014 at 5:42 pm
So well mapped out this circuitous meanderings of memory, skirting regret. Sigh.
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Romantic Dominant
August 3, 2014 at 5:43 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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