What happened
to you?
The black
horn rimmed
glasses, the
formless striped
pullover, the
wedding ring
I would have
thought you’d
wear, the
weight I see
you’ve gained
beneath your
fidgeting fingers,
what happened
to you?
Why didn’t you
tell me?
I would have
cared. It
would have
made a difference,
because I do,
still hold
the image of
you upon a
beach, carving
a word or two
or three
within a heart
upon the sand.
What happened
to you?
Even if you
could not stop
the tide from
going out
or in,
you might have
told me.
You might
have let
me try.
♥