In those days dreams like
thimble berries tumbled pink
and raspberry sunsets in the grass
were swept on by the slightest breeze
Still the images...
there were collections
for every season of the year
tea light candles glistened
romantic twinings rose like snowflakes
lifting in the calm night air
forgive me, love, you left too soon
and left me waiting by the door
while in your mind you put away our things
more, and more, and more, and more
I woke one morning early, noticed that the cards were gone,
our coffee cups were tucked away
the gifts we bought - returned somewhere?
with traces that I once lived there
gone a little more each day
until my fingertips dissolved
and then my hands, and then my heart
and you moved on, and you moved on
