remember me
to pebbles –
curs’ed love undone –
as truth became a rub
against your soul

the weary plight
of mortal stone –
was broken by the fall
reflecting now
on places –
we’ve forgotten
to recall

to those who wait
and those who keep –
a fire burning hot
are crouched
within the darkness
dreaming now –
of dreaming
not

the coming back
so foolish –
what was meant
of what we said
how many lifetimes
waiting
for someone
to make the bed –

someone
to make the coffee
a love to darn the sheets
how many tears
with no one there
to see

the hurt is buried deeper
than we ever
thought we’d know –
a road runs hard
beside us –
takes of joy
an angry toll

the way of weeds –
of crooked briar
a canopy of braid
is stretched above the path
we meant to take

endearing us
for always
beneath the weight
of life –
standing still
where winter pebbles
graze

. . .