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