of choices
I’ve no memory
of when
and where you’ve gone
the roads
between
or how I’ll carry
on

the way
of mine –
the blossoms sore
but for the times
confessed
when woke for you
another sunday
best

let me feel
let me stay
curve into my places
surrender not
a moment
of regret

of stars
beyond the reach
of where
forever let us
lead –
a silence
just as sweet
I’ll not forget

. . .