MT ( / Scotland)


Wilted peonies in a dusty vase
Presage a warning to my faltering hand
As I open the door.
You are gone and the light has gone with you,
my heart.

In the tracks on the floor, your hasty departure
Is evident to my weeping glance
And I know who to blame.
I left you alone and unloved for too long -
my fault.

No note left behind to deliver me hope
Your hurt must have met its last frontier,
If your love drooped and died
Like those sad little flowers,
Then my neglect
my world.

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