Between the first blush and the last kiss,
Between the first touch and the last embrace;
There was a hello and a goodbye.
I can’t remember the in-between bits.
The ones that made it fit;
The pieces that lasted
The stage of pure unfiltered joy;
What were they?
Letters, boxes, jewels, scraps of love?
They fade. Like a dandelion I held so tight,
They flew away.
You, flew away.
A short-lived story
A short-lived poetry
Now, a once upon a time,