This Time....

Inevitable, irreversible, incontrovertible
The letting go

Like the change of season

One must grow up somehow, no?

As the flyleaf may wither
The ponderous march 

Silent, slow, statusque

Like the images 

that are left 

Do they ever go away?

Creased veins on a tree
Naked, chipped raw by age

Pretend, pander, portend
Obfuscated cracks
Yawned into a chasm

I walked away,
but the trail billows
Count my tread
It needs a shadow

Footsteps

Did I lose you somewhere?

Yes, on the currents, we drifted apart. 

I never lost sight though

Silently, maybe, who knows

I looked around you were no longer there

It seems the paper crackled

If it did it went unheard

Muted footsteps on the patina of faith

Losing it just when the fire took

Fanned and hopeless, 

All we could do was watch 

I saw you then and you were already lost.