And I don’t think
I have ever seen
A sight
More worthy to
Behold
Than this relic
Of my past life
Glowing gold
In a bed of green

It seems to me
Its energy
Is tangible,
Is literally
Trailing gold threads
Through the chilled
October air,
And I’m not sure
If I’m seeing things
That aren’t there
Or if it’s really
My lover’s hair,

I suppose
I’ll never know
For certain
If those hideous curtains
Are still hanging
In the apartment
We used to get
Burnt in,
But I guess further
It doesn’t matter,
Not with the fervor
Of my new life as
A learner
Replacing my dreams
Of bounty and ******,

Not literally, you see
I never hurt her
Or treated her badly,
It’s just that once
She had me she’d
Had enough,

So what to do what to do
With all this free time
And all this free time
And all this free advice
About making limeade
From limes,
Or however the
**** that saying goes,

Either way this blows
And the wind is doing the same
And the way that the gold
Swirls around her frame
Makes me happy I still
Remember her name.