Old Flames

A poem

2 min readApr 27, 2025

I’m home to the perfection of an enthralling feeling, celebrating a love that struck the target so precisely. We were a couple with the wildest of adventures, a pair wielding a cohesive, uncommon synergy.

I stooped low to scrutinise the pleasure of exotic delights and a euphoria so raw to be elsewhere but in the chambers of your heart. We stretched exceptional passions to their limits and seized thrills that linger longer than infinitudes.

The morning watched us triumph as we redefined the concept of excellence and affirmed the role of prestigious pedigrees. Romance felt so good in the pattern we modelled and our alliance was a crowning feat amongst illustrious figures.

We reinvented an impressive taste and raised an empire from the scratch of dust. In our pockets were keys to teeming conglomerates as we met a flight of stairs that guided us to the pinnacle of the business world.

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Coupledom has never been so fantastic for our calibre, and our kisses were sure to make the starry hosts chuckle with joy. We cleared the picture of elusive mirages and deceptive delusions in a loud, celebratory spirit.

But the forceful wrath of an inevitable rift parted the magnificence of this romantic union. I mourn with a melted heart now the days are vapid and utterly joyless. My eyes are denied an optimistic future so I’m settled at the fringes of utter despondency.

I struggle to deconstruct this traumatic tragedy and find meaning in a heat that overwhelms my mentality. You were an entity of joy furnishing my soul with the rarity of paradisal blessings.

You’ve piqued my interest, will you now abandon me at the quarters of dejection and leave me downcast with a forlorn look? My thoughts are splayed on a notice board, and daily, I revisit the splendour of an electric, romantic frisson.

My solitary steps crisscross desert lands and I’m punished by the fantasies of the past. The days shine, but I’m huddled with earth’s wretched as I long for impassioned gestures that spin me in circles and send me on an upward climb.

Nature excels in strength but my puny might is too weak to extinguish a fervent burning and quell these deathless feelings. This novel, inimitable love affair trails my thoughts and the lampstands of my heart still burn with old flames.