Lost property

If only it had been my
tenuous faith that had
slipped loose and away as did
your final parting gift.
That locket with the picture
of birds (not seeds) flying free
from a dandelion.
But, I the foolish one
not ready for the day
or hour of its undoing
I forgot
that the clasp
was broken
that all flowers
wither and die
that birds scatter
at the sound of the scythe.
If only I had engraved
your name in it for all time.
Then it could fall like a seed
for another life to treasure.

One Responseso far.

  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Lovely reflection, the bid/seed image works so well, Gill.

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