And Here We Sit

And here we sit
with the passage of time
four seasons or more
we're two of a kind.

Dashing and desirable
vices and misunderstood
souls with a bad streak
that feels so good.

Oh, what we've been through
things that tear us apart
but a thread we still cling too
that tugs at our heart.

Fantasies ruminate
some unfulfilled
realities ruin it
the mood, it gets killed.

Laughter and teardrops
we've shared both of each
imagined busy nightclubs
and solitude on a beach.

Nursed wounds
self inflicted and otherwise
Soothed tempers
when poor notions were realized.

Words often shared
by voice or by pen
pleading for commencement
and not the end.

Reclining and reflecting
on emotions present and past.
Remembering the effervescence;
who thought this would last?