This moment ahead
shattered memories
a year ago,
a constant review of a know.
A walk occurred at night,
a fire a burning gloss
how to discard, the pain
of an evident loss.
Such is anger and a real
disappointment,
the opportunity to ‘be’
that lover knew sudden insanity.
Oh to find my ‘be’ I will feel
there is this comfortable tragedy
when lives move past a silence
that spoke volumes of real love.
Tonight I begin a morning
whereby with each other
I might speak my truth
my affection, compassion, loss.
© Scott F Savage
the ‘b’ series
