Distanced

Would I send a card
or could that be
misconstrued

Should I be better
with a letter or bouquet
to break the news

Stood, as in
the junk shop yard
my fettered blues

Set in diamonds
and spades
heavenly laid

No chased affray
undue
The recluse of truth


Could in
time or space
be found to lose

Then let my absence choose
unabashed confused
Secure, survived in suits

Stood in
line or race
we be joined to part

Fret not
my ace of hearts
we may taste again

Your
stolen kiss
somewhere dark


a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here