What should be solid falls apart,
Each piece a tease, a love, a dart.
A puzzled portrait bright in color,
With a smile like no other.
In her had I a truer friend,
Like leaf and branch in wind we'd bend.
Together we could fight the world,
Quiet soldiers armed with words.
In my greed I shook her free,
When all she asked was that I see.
I sailed a sorry toward her court,
It never docked just shy from port.
Like a play that's over now,
The curtain flails and actors bow.
I'm sure for her the story stops,
But I re-live its every drop.
I pray she flies with feathered hope,
And never lands to sulk or mope.
From here I'll gaze in cold regret,
For I confess teach me forget.