Like a fly, stuck in Amber

A living struggling insect trapped under a hard translucent skin

Refusing to fossilise like the resin

That fights to crystallise into antiquity’s brilliant jewel.

Like a fly, stuck in Amber

Not yet dead though surrounded by a deathly yellow sap

A repository of golden memories

Turned sickly sweet, a rich and viscous honey

That still intoxicates.

Like a fly, stuck in Amber

That will not stop at red nor go at green

But in between make reluctant pleasantries and reminisce

Rejecting that the world we shared does not exist.

Like a fly, stuck in Amber

That will not stick, not stop though stuck it is

For blonde and half forgotten memories still breathe through it

Have you forgotten too?

For me that molten gold will never die

The moments swill around

And though they’ve passed and others do forget,

I sip the white and remember a dizzying red

Which we drank at yours, though it was off,

And laughed.