Monday, February 16, 2009

Unlived

Apportionating, to a farthing -
The blame, mon cher;
Will not, cannot
Buy back -
Me, my baby pink hopes;
You, promises you couldn't keep.

There are now, scatterred -
Some charred photographs, untaken.
Also - hither, tither;
Cuddly late night secrets, unshared.

Anew, each -
To another,
Unpredictable 'We'
A floral vase awaits
To be fashioned, thrown -
Obtusely, by trembling hands.

Feb 15th, 2009.

1 comment:

Winnie the poohi said...

Perfect!

You have captured the mood so perfectly!