Remembrance, Tropic Night & Other Poems

By Adam Sedia

Remembrance 

Remembrance haunts, persisting like a ghost; 
It drains the soul and gnaws upon the heart, 
For always we destroy what we love most. 

We countenance too late, too late we boast |
The lover in whose love we wished no part –  
Remembrance haunts, persisting like a ghost. 

The idol we adored, abject, engrossed, 
Our screaming gales of passion tore apart, 
For always we destroy what we love most.