6 Chiffon
The star that hangs
Once meant so much
Time lessens everything but your memory
Gone
a blink, and gone
I wish
wish again
dilute the pain
with arrows aimed
Bullseyes, blind eyes
opaque, dull
mouth agape,
the taste of guilt,
bitter regret for yesterdays tomorrows
A sponge heavy with hope
squeezed tight,
empty
forever never comes
The blame game,
a board
two squares
.........no three
You, me
history
A dice
three sides blank
Two tokens
Yours a smile
mine a broken heart,
static
You roll a different dice
three sides blank
A memory
a night sky
the moon elusive
glimpse’s of pale yellow through chiffon clouds
me,
quiet,
listening to your voice,
in profile your smile
beautiful
poem by Bill Smith
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