I have heard you
fast approaching
your feet scarce
touch the floor
and yet thunder
could not be as loud
and swift as night’s approach
you tear through ribbons
left in haste
I scarce knew
they had fallen
A chrysanthemum
left for your love
left for your embrace
So new to me
So difficult to hold
in a moment it is gone
I could scarce believe
you had left
©Louis Carrico