I'D

I’d…. I’d write to you of loneliness of moonless weeping skies and yet within abides that hope of a sun destined to rise I’d scribble on abandoned sand of footprints washed away of crashing waves and screeching gulls reminders – it must be this way I’d scar the trees with broken hearts ignoring bark stripped pain then sit with them in bloodless truce tears blending with the rain I’d hold scant memories – hands cupped in shallow pretense of release for if they stay – or if they go I’ll never know a moment’s peace John G. Lawless ©3/16/2019