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
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A poem with sharp pictures, reflecting life and contemporary feelings. One of its values is the resort of the poet through chiffon clouds, just to listen to her voice, to profile her nice smile. How nice! ! Thanks for sharing, Bill. Joseph Josephides - Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded