One Last Question

Were you here, found me cold

and breathless, the fire all but out,

would you draw the shades, summon

the sun to revive what remains

of the heart that once loved you;

might you find forgiveness amid the ruins

of our ancient grievances, the long overdue

remittance of taxes I refused to pay;

or turning away, having called it a day,

leave me to the mercy of memory,

like dust awaits a delinquent washing wind.  

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Excellent, emotive, whimsical, humourous and empathic. I love it.

[emmajoygreen]

Defiant to the end!? Perhaps counting ten is part of the equation in your once upon a time. Unless, of course, emotion is a vowel searching for a touch of space - for a while.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Well, that turned out nicely. Revision is our friend, eh?

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow. The pan and agony of a lost love shines bright in this poem