Thus composed
she granted the sight
one last contemplation
a single tear for memory
that could never be again.

Raise a hand in acknowledgement
of pain reflected and pierced.
a sharing of something subtle
an understanding that links.

Nectar of youth
more addictive than gin
as it contains folly and acceptable sin
every soul has a history
allowable circumstances of innocence.
Wish for a kiss less wicked?
Perhaps, but hearts are not drawstrings.