The Why of Goodbye
Hidden dreams silently fall
upon the window pane of love's antiquity
where I find your face, drifting in an out of view
until I leave...with my delirium
to rooms of what should have been
forsaken to a spiritual lethargic reality
leaving me alone...with abdicated pictures
hanging on bitter walls of loneliness
There was light once...warm and comfortable
where each room glowed in vibrant colors
filled with flowers you arranged
wearing Spring dresses that quietly fluttered around you
basking in your form, as you moved like a dancer
across floors of soft splayed light from dawn's awakening
Could that I ask
you remember the good times
not the broken glass flung on the walls of anger
from a mind drunk and deserted
by hubris...before our fall
1/20/19
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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