To Be Continued... Poem by bowdre bowdre jr

My plea floated on the breeze for a moment
and my throat constricted
as the words drifted apart and shattered on the floor

Remember when the promise of it all
was almost unbearably sweet
and I dared to let those tender vibrations of joy
swell inside me?

There are still times that I awaken to find myself
holding the pieces
Trying to form them into something less circumspect
and more aesthetically pleasing

To be continued...