Aching

Aching, from another time

Place, circumstances, world

Another reality in which

You played me for a fool

Made off with my mates

Left me agape, slack jawed

Wondering what world I had

Entered, or left, what

Reality this claimed to be.

An ache that echoes still

With the accidental reminder

Casual banter, recollection

Betrayed, alas this thing it

Continues and won't let got

Of me or my future, but

Rather grasps with a vice grip

Pressing close in the unwelcome hug

Of a lover not wanting it to end

When it's done.

And so it is

Yet lingers

On and on,

Aching.