Pleasure is a Gift; Pain is a Treasure

Many have the power to gift you joy.

The power to cause pain is the privilege of few.

The Chosen.

Is it a wonder then -

That I prize it over everything you’ve ever given?

For something I will never use – it really is far too dear!

If it belonged to someone else in the past – even that is too much to bear!

Impossible to share.

Every pang of loss you feel for the dead, is a live stab in my heart.

The broken fragments of your past leave scratches on my being.

Ghosts may not be real; but they are evidence of what once lived.

I can exorcise the ghost, but who can wipe the lifetime?

Every living moment is shrouded by the memory of the dead.

For those who feel passion – every passion is exclusive.

It will always be all or nothing.

You may find this odd – unacceptable even.

But the sense of your longing incompletes my belonging.