Every morning
I look in the mirror
and expect to see
the face that used to be.
Life passes
short as a shiver.
Yet ineluctably,
all those missing moments
belong to me
as surely as
thousands of pieces
of luggage
lost by a bankrupt airline.
Every morning
I hope in vain
that they will
be on the carousel
and find their way back
to my mottled hands
one more time.
   ~ mce

I wish I could take it all back.
Our memories, are times
Back when we were fine.
our laughs, and our walks
and our midnight talks.

Part of me is missing
now you're gone.

You promised not to leave,
*Silly me for believing you.