Sides of the Coin

The End

The breeze; a whiff; a scent

Winds its way around your daydream.

Snapshots, illusions,

Of remembered past

Imagined future -- lost.

Your soft stolen sleep-shirt

Suppler now, upon return

Embedded with her skin

Handled with care

Fear at crushing

Fibers of memory and hope.

But so carefully,

Neglecting foundation.

And so, ash disintegrated

Into the wind.

Apple shampoo

Clings to the collar

Crushed shirt slipping like sand

Through cupped hands

You could have known scent and

How perfume faded

In the crook of her neck

Lingering warm for days

Could have seen color

Chip off, know the

Unwilling nail nibbling.

Could know that midnight conversation

Overcomes her need for sleep

Inhale, face buried in fabric memories

Haze, aroma is all that you’ve abandoned.

You gave it up, regretfully rejected

You will never know.

You’ve left the mysteries

For someone else to uncover.

All you have

Is your t-shirt--no longer,

Woven with memory,

And lost possibility.

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let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love

~ e. e. cummings ~