I’m fading, lover
day old bread thrown to wild birds
their wink gleaning
our false rise
lover … I’m fading
in and out
washed by time and exposure
old camera, old film
new development
the blink of an eye and we’re
gathering hats for our funeral
see, there’s a swatch within
me
wild and unfettered
the brush of red in the hedgerow
uncatchable
redolent with longing
to be more than yours
greater than this
dusty shelf
empty bed
absence bound in absentia
TheFeatheredSleep 