The beginning of the end
fell at my feet like bronze foil...

I heard ringing
somewhere in the distance...

On the tip of my tongue -
cool water trickles...

Crisp green basking in the sunlight
Chocolate brown firmly stood, alone...

Tears bead softly through torn eyelashes
Fond memories effervesce in time...

Stunted fingernails scrape back
the first slither of orange skin...

I think -
o'er the edge I trailed...

It was before I was diagnosed
'peculiar' that he said to me...

Rousing the keys
with her left fingertips...

There she rocked him gently
The wind blew a gale outside...

Eyelashes caress my cheek,
-- your lips, do the same, on mine...

She hid behind
the satin curtain...