When I Leave You

It will not be in hate 

I harbour no anger 

it can not be in fate 

that star had its writing 

The distance will have grown, too far to reach

happenstance will have me, no way to teach 

your hand 

the caress it bade  

Crowned by the sun 

a Miller's daughter 

my thoughts run 

to make her martyr  

Have there help to memory's jogging: 

the same path and beach 

track, and held reach 

There will yet be sole survivor, treasured memory 

and with a gasp and sigh 

soon behest the role reviver 

to beset rest, and die 

When I leave you 

It will be that - time forces me move 

and remove 

That sweet confetti and fireworks 

from once a lifetime ago 

now, adieu

Author's Note

I'm not sure what I want to say of this poem yet. I'll let it do the talking I suppose.