of sundays
there were others
and I saw them written there
forgave (of me)
another life
path without direction

reflection held
this crazy dawn
in a puddle never dried
turquoise tears
we sweated by the night
shown to me
were places
lessons put behind
as who I loved –
it all seems so familiar

dare I stay much longer
let the shadows take me in
longing for a love
I might have saved
held as close
much closer now
the reasons unimportant
where once I was
to wear
another name

shattered now the memory
of where I walked
and when
raindrops fell as glaciers
silver green
worlds without a window
on the way
it might have been –

turquoise steals my breath
and rolls away