One Last Question

If you were here, found  

the hearth cold and breathless, would

you draw the shades, or

summon the sun to revive what

little remains of the heart you once loved --

might you find forgiveness

amid the ruins of our ancient grievances,

waive those long overdue taxes

I always refused to remit --

or having called it a day, wheel

away, leaving me

to the mercy of my memory --

like dust awaits a delinquent wind,

the inevitable lave of a tide’s turn? 

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