Is He...?

Where is he now...?
The one who used to love me
sweet and tender to the point of ecstasy.
The one who knew just when to let me be.
A tender kiss within the mists of all eternity.
Then nothing more. For the golden shores
were washing him away. Sands turning black
within a stack of oil barges owned by millionaires.

Where did he go...?
To never think and yet to know.
Remembering the days we walked
together hand in hand.
As if the feel of love would never end.
Before his parting shot blew us apart.
When he reached to grab the golden ring
and turned the love into some other thing.

Who is he now...?
A mask of last impressions never found.
There beneath the shining skin.
He never lets the others in.
To live in isolation to the end.
It used to be he had a friend in me.
But then the thief within his soul
began another breaking free.

Where is he now...?
Intimate, the love returns
in particles too small to burn.
An empty echo in the wind
resounding as the years begin
to blend just one
into eternity...

? Michaelette ?

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