time

a slice of time

A slice of time

unencumbered by hope or expectation

A dash of color

A memory untold.

And yet,

I hold you in my hand

Like precious jewel

not to be lost

Amongst the other affairs

Until tomorrow

or beyond

left in the attic of my mind

the trunk that holds the others

within cobwebs and silver fish

in silent slumber between the eaves.

And wake I might

Or not.

Keeping you close to my heart alone.

 

(c) 2017Iris B. Struller