…….take you straight back to the time they have become synonymous with.

The same euphoria,or pain as vivid and vibrant like it happened just yesterday. Taking you back to who you briefly were. A fool with imaginary completeness. Completely imaginary.

The sense of gain and the sense of loss so strong it paralysis you.

Joy is still a happy memory but pain makes it a memorial.

The plunge the heart takes can never be rescued or revived.

The heady night of almost having it and the dawn of realisation,leading to loss spreads through days.

The realisation of that which would never be. Recognising the flight of fantasy . The resignation to denial, emptying you till you have no more to give.

And still you would , yet again, only if you were given one chance again to submit without the fear of loss.

Loss of yourself.