Memory from the past…
I pray it won’t rain
for you are slippery when wet,
and even high and dry
—the way you’ll leave me—
you’re hard to grasp
will you remember when
I handed you my opal
milky white with
every colour of the
loving rainbow?
why did you give me back
an aquamarine?
to keep me safe at sea?
or was it just another treasure
from your siren chest?
will you remember how I sat down
and wept? will you? will I?
it’s strange, but even now
while I’m composing
my dirge for our love
I feel you slip away…