FORGIVE AND FORGET
How can I ever forgive and forget
that evening in my ancestral home,
as past the menagerie we roamed.
Your luscious lips of vermillion
broke my heart in a trillion
pieces as mockingbirds deluded
in the twilight garden secluded
by frangipani which infuse the
air by the moonlit pellucid ripples.
Masking the sound of my sniffles.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2018