I was told that is what we were
after years, many affections, one tear
would remain told ourselves
we didn’t matter any longer,
well, I was a bit concerned
this wasn’t what I discerned
to be the end
without any mend,
I watched you walk away,
drive away really
in your toted showcase,
I’ve always wondered
if that display
was only your way
of saying the materialism of your life
mattered far more than any my strife
to find you,
to hold you
to lessen the blue
of losing you.
~
One might question is it you,
take a look at the forest the descending steps,
will rise with your memory, forever.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
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