Then let me be
Within the misshapen
Pieces jumbled
Within these insufficient
Memories
A ghost, a shadow
Of once was and could have been
Would it wreck you
To know
Would it wreck me
To know
All that comes together
Misshapen and all
May be tears of laughter
And soul shaking despair
And new found fears
From the loss of all those years
And to the years left to be
a voyeur to your life
At our most beautiful
We loved
A forever muse
Strokes of pen and paint
Found dripping
With that which
Was and is
Us…
Broken bug-like smear
Unrecognizable
And regretted
Cannot be undone
Could haves, would haves, should haves,
Must be,
Promptly and decisively
Incinerated
And sprinkled at our feet.
Thin Tin String 