Spend special moments with anyone
Moments in love, yet not lasting
Always mystery, since so hard to tell
How long the love lasts, till it ends

Like a bleached skeleton with skin
On the beach in the blowing wind
Found and seen again and again
Stumbled over again and again

Like batter left in the mixing bowl
Or crumbs from the buttered toast
Or that juice on the dinner's plate
Left from the very tasty chuck roast

Dregs of love, not worth a save
Clinging to the innocent mind
Yet, unable to clean and start
In a fresh race for new love

The misery still not yet all known
overflowing the soul in dark despair
The awakening in the hated moment
Wishing for more to die than love

©  2017 Jim Davis