I called on a memory
once scattered like leaves
on a lawn we walked
from summer to winter
collecting trinkets
of love

It returned to me
in a cardboard box
weathered and torn
with our names crossed out
and nothing inside,
empty, like my heart

~~~<@>~~~

his piano
speaks of longing
a few notes in minor key
they tell in perfect
lines belonging
to the fingers

only thee

~~~<@>~~~

soulsurvivor
(c) 2014
rewritten
(c) 3-16-2015