twas never
mistaken –
your reasons for want
a piece of my heart
there to keep
twas never uncertain
my path
would allow –
some truth even now
robs my sleep

of times
unprotected –
by questioning why
when answers
were all found before
scattered as pieces
of long ago rhyme –
written
of laces
and lore

were soul
but a season
passed us once by –
might I wonder
sometimes where we are
held into place
by corners of white –
deep as the night
without stars

. . .