dear one
already you're
becoming no one
and I adjust
to yet another
kind of loneliness
the many memories
of your face inspire
faint longing and
a shiver of dread
somewhere you
go about your day
and there our joy's at most
a dissipating footnote
of confused regret
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
dear one
already you're
becoming no one
and I adjust
to yet another
kind of loneliness
the many memories
of your face inspire
faint longing and
a shiver of dread
somewhere you
go about your day
and there our joy's at most
a dissipating footnote
of confused regret