It’s gone. I let it fall into the trash.
It was not meant to live with jewels encased.
A builder’s tool it was, and should have been
for fastening the non-abstract of life:
the corners, benches, table-tops and shelves.
And yet on velvet-red it lay for years
as honored there as all the golden chains.
With silent sorrow was it given me
and laid so gently upon my hand.
He had searched his pockets too empty large
and found one dully satin silver wing nut—
to give in place of the awaited goodnight kiss,
an offering to say goodbye, “It’s over…”
For he had found a more completing love
although his love for me had never failed.
In memory of tears and soft regret,
for many silver velvet years, it lay
with spreading upward outward seeking arms
to catch the master’s hand as tightly sealing
he would turn it finishing off his work.
Till, time drifted, it lay in chalklike gray,
and sugar-powder dust, so softly sifted,
fell upon the velvet there.
But now at last I’ve let it fall away—
the love, the dream too long held fast,
let slip from my hand, my life, so swiftly final
the ghosted gray, once satin silver, fallen…
disremembered. But no, not yet—
an echo drifts in misting memory
still, of one love’s gentle dying light.
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