Drift Away

Peeping
through curtained hair
steaming cup
scented air
turn of the page
soft whisper
the only sound
in days
I have heard from you.
Wondering
thoughts in my mind
happier days
times of dreams
times of love
laughter
when did it fade away
why did it not last?
Chin in hand
tears blurring sight
I stare
taking in everything
memorizing
features
the strong set of your jaw
the lean fingers
which have pleasured me so many times
aware that we are at an end.
When did we become so distant?
When did the emotions drain?
Both of us
empty husks
sharing a house
after vowing for evermore.
©April 5/20
Picture via Pinterest

Truth’s Soft Sadness

Autumn’s crimson
golden blondes
faded
crushed to black
as earth cools
sending to sleep
Nature’s denizens.
Warmth from the sun
fleeting
a sad small gesture of defiance
in summer’s waning days.
Fallen leaves
blanket the ground
breath fresh on the air
frost on the blades of grass.
Honking geese flee the sky
another herald of summer done
sand is boxed
sun set to side
now we must
return from fantasy land.
I must let you go
let you return to your life
ignore these crystal tears
for you have moved on
even when you say that you have not
but baby
I know the truth.

©Oct. 3/19
Picture is my own