Erosion

As fallen amber from the tree of photographs of you and me the tears I cry dissolve the pride of the world’s most foolish, loving bride As paint cracked silver in the sun, as wash bleached brilliant where it hung The scraped up memories that we shared erased themselves from my memory dear. A tour of all the castle’s bones and times you left me home alone The dreams we had aren’t set in stone, just weedy sanddunes overgrown. A mile of shoreline bites the waves and throws it’s grains to a salty grave A mile of laughter sickened by guilt is drowning our remains in rusty silt. You are a stack of candied apples stuck to the table top. You deserve all the tragic emotion you have all the power to stop. You never hear all the sadness you sow when you turn toward the wind and ride out it’s flow. You never have just an inkling of stand up and act right and sit tight I’ll be there to kiss you this good night or just hold me too tight. You are the wave that’s distorted my shoreline and told me I’m sublime while you sold me to prime time The networks all laughed and pulled in all their trash as you turned on your heal and disappeared with the draft. The wind.... It blew. You were all..... I knew.