Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Ne Me Quitte Pas

This concrete shrinks each evening,
The sky's no longer streaming,
And my dreams have been bleeding
Together with you in unending
             Farewell

The garden-beds lay flat with bitter shame as
Crestfallen chlorophyll fades into a sorry brown,
The cobbled pathways feel an empty same
Leading to the faded hue of
             this wretched town,

That shamrock breeze that shook 
My trees and scattered my fruit on tattered roots,
Picks me up, and from me took
The cup that it
             so graciously filled,

This coronary carrousel that spun and swayed
Our hearts away from the bitter daze
Has twirled its last,
     'Round and 'round  

              with unholy pasts.

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