time had me in her window sight,

and dreading still i grabbed that last glint.

heaved it to the moon and waited for it



i knew it might return if i waited long,

but long with slow wind had last weft its strings,

and hope last pleading is that glint un-retrieved



yet still the amorous tote of careful doting,

carried nothing within its canvas-stretch words, and

yet still he wished her well when the roses fell, and curled



now cuff under looming hearts that weep stones,

no longer skip but sink down the barreling flows,

and like eddy drifts that grasp a moons full phased glow,

i am still waiting, for her... "im so sorry.... you should've known."



averian