For you
Left a hue
A slight tint
In the wind
Your image,voice and scent
Not recollected when you went
A ghostly trace
Of your face
Which by now
will have changed somehow
And I move on but slow
Allow empty spaces grow
I cling not to you but to a tale
And yet- the end is hidden beyond the heavy velvet veil
A phantasmagoria designed
To play on repeat in my mind
The word "we"
Now a memory