That careless time
undone before the darkness
With words so far out of reach,
neither were easily held, or spoken
What memories could we keep
That careless caressfull sung before the lamplight
With time always on the creep,
neither were unsteadily felt, or broken
We didn’t
but then it did not matter
Our turn had been and gone
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here