Stained
~~~
Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window
Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost
Refracting my life into the colors of the rainbow
~~~
You speak to me in whispers when all alone
An unwelcome spirit seeking solaced refuge
Finding its home within my lovesick bones
~~~
Like a long, dull ache that will not subside
You are a constant reminder of where it hurts
The ugly scar that shows how hard we tried
~~~
You linger like a wisp of acrid smoke now born
In the extinguishing of a once ferocious flame
That can sting tears to the eyes of the forlorn
~~~
You reside like a bad tattoo from the best of days
A permanent mark sunk deep into the skin
Where time can turn bright colors into all grey
~~~
A vow made to her who sits on queenly throne
As sacred words become the long crusade
And pulls the knight from the safety of home
~~~
There is something that can never be let go
A stain that cannot be washed away
With some purpose that I do not know
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
the art of courtly love
Thanks, Beth! Have a great week!
No one writes hauntingly beautiful poetry like you! I suppose some ghosts never leave…
Thank you, dear friend!
As always your imagery and word choices are magical and musical. You bring out the beauty~even within wounds. Take care my friend!
Thank you, Karla!
You’re welcome, Brad! Take care!!
I felt the pain in each and every line of this masterpiece.
Thanks, Pete. That means a lot to me.
Oh, so powerful and painful.
Thank you, Bridgette!