Carmina A Book of Poems

You're a Memory Behind the Curtains

You're a Memory Behind the Curtains

You're a memory behind the curtains
The heavy drapes of a distant whisper.
And let the sun shine through my window
Gray skies left with your forlorn winter.

You are a dream spilled over my pillow
My pillow... where your broken sweetness
Still rest, lurking under my insanity
Over the remnants of your selfishness.

You are a million wishes stuck in a fountain
Worth less than pennies of copper
Left stranded under the shallow waters
And left my soul strained and pauper.

You are a heart I drew in the stem of a willow.
Spring love that bloomed and withered
The breeze blew inside of me to winnow
Your carved name on the wood tethered.