Broken

Gone like September from the wind Gone like the Robin from its wing Gone like a child from its laughter Gone like the memory of Spring Gone like the Priest behind his vestments Gone like the hours from the day Gone like the waves atop the ocean Gone like the months that lead to May Gone are the reasons from excuses Gone are the moments trapped in time Gone is today from tomorrow Gone is the magic left behind Gone are the memories from recollection Gone the beginnings from the ends Gone every joy from every sorrow Gone what you broke —but couldn’t bend (Dreamsleep: June, 2022)