Millstone
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
In our bed, half asleep
The years of comfort found in
The space between us
In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle
I caught your eye then
I glanced down at my cell phone
And you kept walking
As midnight’s tide ebbs
The wet sand saves our footprints
But for a moment
Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home
The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath
Our love together
Once bathed in fire, now kept warm
By an ember’s glow
Tiny rivulets
Reveal traces of pink skin
Down her dirty cheeks
I arrived in time
To watch you walk away from
Our lives together