Where Have Years Gone?

Where have years gone? Where have rays of sunny days 

and lemon haze cast away their golden ways? 

Tan felt skin now like needle pin bathes sour in memories milk. Dedicated head in summer’s bed 

hangs heavy in winter’s      empty hands. 

Musical Zen Den filled silent apartment now quite apart- meant for some lovers’ lease to be renewed but friendship tethered now destroyed. 

Makers mark grows sloppy, sent- unsent messages from dark passages of hope and doubt-

ful read in pretty smiles. Sorry sorrows

no better than sincere snarls. 

Quivering flesh stills under foreign landscapes, 

Cold by summer's winter, only to return to half-exploded land mines unconventional love divine from a distant shell of what shows no memory can tell. 

Only proves too late for an arboretum's spells. 

Trees now felled leap over the life that lumps once more on the kitchen floor. Not a plea but nonetheless guilty 

of a prolonged duty to be free of the misery 

handed down by none other than

yours, 

(things don’t need to be so heavy)

truly.