Unseen
Between here
And wherever
Sunlight falls on swaying trees
Bay leaves
She left
Just last summer
Waited there
For the last
Passing cloud
Before she hit the road, before she hit the bottle
Forgotten sounds
And pleasure grounds
And lights there
Fair a plenty
Uncared
She stared
Into every which
And every other way
Prepared only for forgiveness
No other thought as mad
Had she to give
Awash
The melancholic grieve
Yet still even now
So softly we believe
Her kiss quite simply did precede her
This poem was left on the cutting room floor when Embroidered Cadillac - Love in Tennyson County was edited, for the final cut got to smashwords by clicking her