were only this
my reason
for every breath forgave
squandered in my dying
yesterdays
a whisper sometimes
floating
from the fall
i knew you when
you waded in the water
mine to save
were only us
and nothing less
and no one left to choose
fingers wrapped
with fingers
jealous hands
a serenade as evening
burned red
against the pines
a shadow
of a shadow
there you were
left for me
the solace of your
light
. . .









