Faded photogragh
in a worn out frame
smiles back at me
from yesteryear,
when we were young
and oh so foolish
planning our retirements
at twenty two.
I swore we'd take a cruise
see parish in the fall

but then...


Alcohol and diesel fumes
screech of brakes
a scream.

White gown without a veil
bouquet in a cheap glass vase
and your mothers tears.

Faded eyes
in a worn out face
stare back at me
from somewhere nowhere...

Sleep now my love

dream now my love

and I will meet you in Paris

in the fall.