Who Were You?

 

You were a stain

On my otherwise clean record.

 

You were an emergency exit

during midlifes turbulent ride.

 

You were an object of distraction

a temptation kept just out of reach.

 

You were a mirage of hope

in a desert of hopelessness.

 

You were motivation to live

and chase after desire.

 

You were the Apple

in my Garden of Eden.

 

You were a part of me

kept secretly in the shadows.

 

Now you are a memory

cast in stone around my heart.