A rooted figure.
Though too soon the pattern slips,
...Life lasts a lifetime

Unclench grasping fists
Open hands are better poised
To catch mysteries

Reciprocation
Is not asked; The sun's love is
Unconditional

I remember the weather the day that I met you
Sunny; with a storm in your back pocket

I remember your beauty
Vividly shone through
The tears that you knew to erase it

I was your rock
Steadfast, protruding
A cold slab for bleeding
The demons out of your soul

But after four years
You were all bled out
Dried was the well of your anguish

One sided affair
The smile you then gave it
Said have a nice life

Withered rose -- framed, shelved;
Her supple scent forgotten
Figure long remains

The sound of tear streams
Tears the patterns asunder --
Deafening silence