What does one do when?

Question

"Your Scent Still Lingers"

Here is where

I remember

what...

What we had,

schizophrenic passion,

flames on skin,

not to destroy,

to create.

What we were,

burning like a lighthouse,

guiding by example;

piercing perception

with a reason

for dementia.

What we said,

preaching sermons

by action alone,

building heaven,

bringing life.

And I know

I cry

alone,

and dance

when I'm not.

Anywhere else,

I can forget

your brilliance,

your eyes.

But here,

the edge of reason,

here is where

I remember.

Forgive me?

Answer 1

Don't do shrooms kids :P

No I am kidding. Fantastic phonetics and urgency here, I love the strength of the piece and your choice of words. Lovely rythm, really fell into it :)

Answer 2

One does not

ask forgiveness,

one stands

and says

"I have done wrong,

and I know it."

I am impure,

will you take me,

anyway.

Answer 3

forgive me? seems contrived...

I'd leave that out...

Answer 4

Evandne Terra,

One must wonder how you could lose someone that would make you feel sexually satisfied unless it was a hot one night stand. Those are healthy if you are responsible to handle the repercussions afterward... If you made each other feel that hot passion, what is there to feel sorry about?  Grade  B+

Answer 5

i smell it  again

against the new day.

Answer 6

that is so nice

Answer 7

The stanza beginning "But here,..." is superb.

Answer 8

nice poem...if i a someone wrote that to me i would just go talk to them depends on the situation. your question isn't that clear.

Answer 9

Personification of the beauty of words can be found in each and every poem you create...

I always enjoy them and it is good to see you out and about more recently...

Answer 10

It's just not doing it for me today. That probably tells you what kind of day it's been for me.