...gasp...

panatone screams
saturate
my dreams
wet
with the moist
temptation
of yesteryear
permeating
and inundating
my fragile skull...

so much
still to be said,

even more
has been lost
and the cost
adds up
to a monumental bill

the will
swells
and spills
for the folly
of the dam
to dare
to contain
the incalculable weight...

I dare not curse
that she might share
my fate
for the date
some healing
may portend
has passed
in a flash
of regret
and lament
passed on
beyond the content
of what was
and might
have been...

the fool ponders
what he would pretend
daring to upend
the fragility
of a fickle now...

a scent
on a random breeze
comes
to torture
and please...

he dares
not breath
for the pieces
of shattered glass
are held together
with a nervous hand
after retrieving
all but one shard
from the floor...

more
is all
he wanted
but the end
is what
he received.