This is where I say
that you appeared again
your eyes as green
as willow leaves

& you did return
sprouting the same old rhyme
till my brain reeled
and my empty mouth

turned dry.

I felt like time had lost the key
to a distant past a different me
held in thrall of a lovers tryst
like Psyche.

The wind has changed
ripped away our hoard of glee
leaving us branded promises
inconsistent memory;

lost loving.