Everything Poem by James Gibbons

It's a simple thing,
Simple as rain upon my soul.
You promised me a song,
Clear and simple to last forever.
But I wait for the clock to talk,
Wait for your sweet breath
To change the lonesome landscape.

I asked you for the simple things,
Happiness your sweet face brings.
But step after step
Didn't change the longing
For the green spring surrounding
The afternoon the sun danced
When you were in my arms.

Now the days, weeks pile up
Discarded as windblown pile of leaves
Useless as linked paper clips.
Now I hold tightly to all that's left,
Life, the sun, and wisps of fading fragrance.