The Madness of Love

Mixed Feelings

I am content to be here
In a time that has no hurtful whip
From the pain of the divorce.

Yet, there are moments and places
That hunger me for the once was
And for the memory of his touch.

There are passages we once walked
Smiles exchanged with memories,
Our sharing of a common view.

Those are the moments and places
That hunger me for the once was
And for the memory of his touch.

They are echoes of before
That sometimes cut into my nights
With wistful, wishful images.

Sure, there are moments and places
That hunger me for the once was
And for the memory of his touch.

But I am content
With the place that I'm in
And the life I've built without him.

But darn, there are moments and places
That hunger me for the once was
And for the memory of his touch.