days pass - with gratefulness - tho bittersweet;
i laugh - i play with my son,
but lapse - into loneliness - somber retreat
after the day - is done.

that touch - remembering - passionate throes;
why must - these longings - persist?
no such - a thing as - relinquishing those
sweet moments. - each intimate tryst

a brand - indelible - beautiful scar
my heart - and memory - upon.
days pass - more easy than nights - by far
now that my lover - has gone.