Sunday, February 17, 2013


Memories of what will be gone,
one night departing under the moon
sending a kiss goodbye
to tempt a run in pursuit
and in hopes that it is called to return.
Abrupt endings that were expected.
Finales that start brewing
at the beginning.
Words suspended from my lips
dripping into oblivion.
Reminders of what could have been, 
but already was.
Notice of what will depart on a whim... ©


p.s. Yes, I am obsessed with my nightstand flower arrangement. 

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