Departure

The moment lingered as laughter and mirrored
The pleasant sensation of fingertips grazing
Against human flesh with off-timed affection.
Time was poised as an enemy of happiness,
As separation grew inevitable and expected.
Secret desires remained fixated beneath
A feathery comforter with fingers intertwined.
The lust became all-consuming, reality was rattled
And feelings were left to be fought,
With unpleasant fervor and want-to-bes.
Held in passion, each second was precious
For two people precariously evading separation—
Another second and they would be parted,
Knowing memories would soon grow hazy,
The curse of their myriad of mistiming.
The faces faded by morning, and were replaced
By a consciousness curious for the methodology

Of finding the remedy for another departing.
     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

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