Chimaera

It sneaked up the middle of the night
A memory triggered by a posture
A moment that was known not to last
Rushed back contemptuously
Prolonged and enhanced
Like an unforgiving karma

What was then a stolen joy
Crept up as uncaught tears
Soaked up by the blackness and muffled TV
A longing that was never mine to fill
A loving that was never his to give