Flashover

It started with a flashover.

You stormed in like a hurricane,
Perched on the royal barouche of your charm, wit and sexy, you came,
What followed was a whirlwind night of raw emotion,
I fell hard, head first, drunk on the roses of your love potion,
Sweet, enchanting, irresistible, you flaunt,
It began as a virgin tryst that lasted from dusk till dawn,
Either unwilling to let go of the fantasy hitherto unfolding,
Tenderly nestled underneath the covers of our shared dreaming.

You awakened feelings in me.

Those I had locked away in some dark forgotten recesses of my heart,
For life had been unfair, I had been unfair to my heart,
You taught me how to love again, love myself, love life, love love again,
You taught me to smile, to laugh, to blush, to take a leap of faith again,
You gave me you, unexpected, undiluted, to rebounce back to sanity,
You gave me hope, drawing me from the edge of nothingness back to sanity,
I found confidence, courage and compassion in you,
You ignited a fire within, while my soul became irrevocably hinged on you.

But that ecstasy was inching close to its demise.

Unaddressed, unnamed, unlabelled, our commitment blossomed ethereal,
Losing track of time, entwined in an escapade so surreal,
Two minds, two hearts, two souls collided in a little safe haven,
A pair of befuddled fireflies were we, twirling through our rainbow heaven,
And as our untamed reverie continued to gain momentum,
Forces of nature intervened, coercing the euphoria to succumb,
For the ripples of our affair did lead us astray,
Little prepared were we, oft wondering why could we not just stay?

Alas. It was never meant to be.

A quiet tear escaped the shattered dream,
Merging with a smile, paying tribute to the requiem of our dream,
Episodes of denial and bargaining in cycles, of this conundrum ensued,
Unashamed desperation to turn back time ensued,
At long last, acceptance dawned upon my senses, urging me to stick my head out of the sand,
To ensure our unrequited love will live on, I wrote this little love letter in the sand,
With copious tears trickling down, locking away my treasure trove of all that would have been,
Smiling a closure tranquil, swimming in the depths of sweet anemoia of all that could have been.

And, just like that, in a flash, it was all over.

Anemoia – n. Nostalgia for a time you’ve never known
(Definition by the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)

Flashover – n. the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world.
(Definition borrowed from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)