The Valley of Loss-Another Goose Egg, I Give Up

The Valley of Loss My dear, we've run out of words, I see Calm is the garden except your tree A cherry blossom dying in my mind Now barren of pink in Spring's glee How can our moons bled into the night And our rooting take plight Why could I never touch your blossoms For your garden gate shut tight Somehow our ducks didn't line true For one year our pond was shady of blue Filled with decoys of reality With ephemeral winds shaking our rue My dear, we swam circles in that pond With you ducking my fondness and bond Our days growing shorter and colder The peaking sunshine never dawned Oh how I wish our paths didn't fork And the tines of our love had torque Carrying us to the door of our hearts Where bubbling sweetness uncork Dear, your piano man now leaves the room His ivories look and sound of gloom On his shoulders rest memories of you A cherry blossom entomb 11/14/17 Empty Your Soul With Words - Poetry Contest I give up.