Forgetting you.

I waste
winter’s waning days,
sorting symbols of passing.

Decks of death cards, dealt-
diamonds down
to hide your face.

Rusted relics, reminders-
of days scratched deep in skin
fish hooks and fossils, folds-
of our shared history.

The glittering gems of yellow glass
scattered on a boy blue carpet.
Reflections of an oracular truth.

Sorrow seeks sense in shattered folly,
no logic exists and-
chaos is spread on December gales.

At the end I realise.
I have misplaced your face
and lost the colour of your eyes.

     -Dave Kavanagh

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