21:23 ex officiō

By virtue of that office,
in the institute of love
I am symbolic, not actual or real.

The ex-lover is pariah at least,
an unfortunate social gaff in passing,
an unthinkable dilemma at parties.

You shouldn’t talk with me;
be seen with me, or remember me.
No, that would not be right.

I walk, in the recollection of your light,
your love with an infinite caresse
and a sublimated passion that never wains.

Would that you were but a memory
rather than a burning ember in my heart.
Would that you were a memory.

I see the future in the salon de provence,
Though there should be no recollection
of our passion or its passing.