shattered and rearranged
our time has come
and all the memories past
like the rain that vanished
after you had your way
you played in the pool
we halted after
the cake and beer
and we made up a
story about those
who had not been able to make it
answering our own questions
and tempting fate
I asked for the peace
that only sleep will bring
and I hoped
to be bringing you
a Christmas present
for our house

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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