Inscrutable
Swirling
Bitter
Companion to
Old memories
Do you choose
To haunt me
In this way
Or is it I
That has yet
Allowed you
To come in again
What I remember
To recall
Old friends no longer
Laughing in the
Backyard garden
Tripping over our
Love for one
Another do you
Curse me unchaste
Or is it I that has
Taken to abiding
To these new laws
Of overprotection
© GÄ
Poétique 