6 Chiffon Poem by Bill Smith

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