Pieces

This is a poem about how a comedy of communication errors can lead to a downfall of a love affair

Pieces

 

If a memory could be painted

On a backdrop of time;

If a moment could be captured

And cherished like gold.

 

The colors would be carefully

Blended and applied;

The instant treasured and

Guarded by sword.

 

This journey through life

What an insidious thing.

To know that our time

Here is perpetually spent.

 

Mistakes we have made

The comedy of errors;

Repeat themselves until

The lesson is learned.

 

My love is tender;

A precious memory now.

The moments are gone,

My heart mourns its departure.

 

Steve

 

April 15, 2007

 

 

Copyright 2007

Author's Note

PLease feel free to tell me how this could be improved.