would for the worst
the rest betray –
the coming back
to wander
would trade for none
the imprint won
by promise torn assunder

reborn again
a lifetime more –
and cast them out
as vile
removed the burden
judgement made
for every firm denial

a dime or so
would three or four
be wealth to one of these
or kindness fit
as words so soft –
each sorrow to release

into this lowly circle
was drawn for us
in time –
forgotten not the reasons
– every coming back
to find

the one to wait
with arms held wide –
eyes are blazing bright
remembered for
another day
beyond this chance
delight

were not for them
or for the clouds
who passed
the way with you –
were angels watching ever
come to know the world
you knew

. . .