Another one bites the Goodbye...

He came and left;
like a mystery,
like the fleeting light of dawn,
like the fluttering of a beautiful, monarch butterfly,
like the memory he was supposed to be.

He stayed awhile;
trapped me in,
hosed me with his charm,
wet me with his desire,
burned me with his flame.

He crashed me in;
buttered up my soul,
enraptured my mind,
befuddled my senses,
and made love to my complexes.

I was in him,
like he was in me.
Now, he is just a bittersweet memory...
Floating eerily in the halls of my mind,
like an enigma out of time.