Lest We Forget Pt.2

The longing, the wishing is asinine.

Past tense leaves me listless.

Reminiscing on visions that

Whisked by--I attest, I am witness.

Your perfume's exquisite yet

Lately it pains to even catch wiffs.

If the cars that drive by happen

To not have you in them,

Then I wait for the next,

Demanding distance diminished.

You came through my life

Like Harry scoring in Quidditch.

You left me some pointers,

Azimuths and directions.

My blanket at home still reminds

Me that when this writing hits home,

I'll have proved worth in instants.

That's all we have, 'cause the longing,

The wishes leave scars that will heal:

Scars whose persistence

Is comprised of resistance

And never, ever heel to acquittance.