Bits

I saw you

through a paper cut in the sky

a small pain

keenly felt


Summer ends
you murmur

the fading light
bringing memories
of yesterdays warmth

Softly now

Together
we gathered Sundays

tucked them into
long coats
and hid them from the kids

You bend
the Moon
toward me

a soft rain of light
pools beneath my eyes
and speaks of yesterday
when my skin
would harmonize with yours
a song we still give voice
only sometimes

in our
stolen moments
an hour

a minute

a moment lost and tossed
against the wall
to fall upon deaf ears

You will kiss my ravaged cheek

taste
my stained smile

and offer acceptance
once again


And with a touch

Sundays fall
from
forgotten
pockets