TRANSFUSED
Not every love means
Forever, but some before
They come totally
Unglued transfuse within
So the beating heart remembers.
The mind bathed in
An essence never overrun;
A song can kiss, like
The moment was now, today,
Eyes seeing, tears wiped away.
If never processed,
The breakup, love is love, still;
Yet, it is over,
The hauntings always exist
But every one hidden may
Be absolved to go
Where love will, whenever life
Must align with those
Better equipped to
Attend need with happiness.
Love is forever
In a heartbreak cast aside
But memory often abides.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 