beyond the fretted edge
of want –
are stories worn by time
moments bent to longing
– by promise undefined

I cannot say
or will the words
for fear this ache
would chafe my soul –
with verses I’ve forgotten now
truth I used to know

sans the parting
once we shared –
mornings wrapped in dew –
I woke to find
I’d dreamed beyond
the memory of you

. . .