Desire

 
I value the things I’ve lost the most, like the feelings that were aborted in gestation before they could ever be birthed, and nurtured accordingly.

He just, had that look about him that made me gravitate towards him. He was unlike the suited 9 to 5 corporate arseholes that vie for my attention.

He was raw and true to his ideals with a manly look etched all over him, the epitome of good boy gone bad as his gentle natured free spirit defied that notion.

He was everything I needed to unwind from life, and the responsibilities associated with carving myself a decent career.

Love, has always been like that in many instances as time often decides to wage a war between then, here and now.

The things I’ve lost are rarely fructified but they're never rustic, when measured upon the spectrum of right or wrong as they were never broken, just suspended upon the cusp of probability.

Memories, never suffer indignity as we do when we're stuck in commotion, whilst pondering the pausal moments to ascertain why apathy knocks upon the door.

Little does apathy know, desire and passion is on the other side of the door that's deadlocked, and they're dancing to the tune of que sera sera while I hum quietly in the ambience of ones true hues.

Oft... I wonder what happened to both of us as we allowed life and others to drive a wedge between what we knew to be the truth in the depths of our hearts.

Still. Life must go on, without too much regret, holding our hearts to ransom.