left for dead

last time I looked, you weren't in sight
no longer on the horizon
not even a small speck

I figured, you had moved on
marrying wealth, thinking seldom of
memories buried in sand

it was best for both
I wanted what you wouldn't give
who knows what you longed for

but, every once in awhile
you breach, encroaching the memories
better left for dead


Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License