after the thrill is gone
i imagined
what it would be like
to be alone eternally
without a soul
in the world
to share life’s
finest moments
as my thought
began to dwindle
into nothingness
she kissed me
atop my forehead
and whispered sweetly
the thrill is gone
december two thousand twelve
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Sigh! So sad!
i suppose…but there is always tomorrow, right?
I agree. Another word for tomorrow is possibilites and with the right person, a sustainable thrill is a possibility, even an inevitability.