Skid Marks

She burst onto the scene 
of my life
bringing adventure,
joy,
love.
She left just as quickly, 
leaving skid marks 
across my heart.
Black marks 
that I fear will never fade.

Thinking of her body,
her joviality,
our exploits,
my face becomes damp with tears
and my heartbeat is dampened 
by sadness.

I try to be incensed,
to have fire in my heart,
but no such emotion can emerge
from the melancholy 
which has taken up residence 
in my soul.

 


Part of Three Word Wednesday CCXLI
Damp, incensed, skid