A refrain of laughter
sung from the decades
Perennially tricolor
rising into wispy memory
from which cyclones came
Fall streaks
evaporating
before ever landing
A patch of grass no longer
in the shadow of trees
On my road where we walked
summer and snow
Made room for a box
buried deep below
Where our laughter lies
next to the smiles we gave,
and the tears I cried
When you could only say goodbye
Fatal flaws
congeal
at the surface of mundane
At the tedium,
regular tasks
keep shoving me along