In An Old Sic.Amore - Isis Nmore Poem by sean north

SuN waS shiNinG
aS You
BrOkE iNtO mY hEaRt
AnD KnOCkEd Me
OvER WiTh
a ShOpPinG CarT

WiTh ThE MooN bRiGht
BluE aS yOu
cRePt In mY BeD
wHen YoU LoVed Me
to dEaTh thEn
LeFt mE FoR dEaD

aLL thEsE cLoUdS
kEpT MoVinG at
ThERe JiGSaW pAcE
wHiLe YoU TuRnEd
tHiS woRLd iNTo
a bIg emPty oLd pLaCe

wiTh thE LiGhteNinG
aNd thUnDEr cRasHInG
cOsMiCLy cLeAR
a LoVe cOuLd Be
spEciAL sO
pRecIoUs anD deAr

LikE ThIs wiNd ThaT
KeePs CrYinG
In aN oLd SICAmoRE
As If It aChES FoR
thE soUNd Of

YoUr SweEt FeEt @ tHe DoOr