Does it please you?

Dusty concrete stretches for eternity,

Our past revealed in the glaring sun.

You bare your heart, all's said and done,

Oh the inevitable-evitable, changing it is long past.

Sandy wind, grain by grain,

entangled in the web of complications.

Distractions, the weaving's stopped.

Loom silent, in awe of one.

Speck by speck, our memories fly,

what was & what is...distinguishing

between is what we call impossibility.

Boundaries drawn; I am alone.

A falling leaf

- the sign of change.

Does it please you?

Or is it simply moving on?

I am strong,

the other is not.

She needs you here,

And I...well...not as much.

You make excuses for her,

I stand fully judged.

I let you go,

And consequently, you let me.

Does it please you?

---the changing winds...

Or is it simply moving on?

Because sometimes, my unoccupied self has not.