Memory

Night is limitlesssleep stutters moon fluttersthrough shifty cloud :& dawn rises heavy with the cry of birdsflocks of gulls, harsh raucousunforgiving.Sleep drains throughhandkerchief of memoriesjumbled maybes: I ask youhow you've been, but onlysilence answers.Old worries surfacethese restless nightsthings I should have doneplaces we used to meet lieabandoned.Yes we’re changed,hung from branches of memory tree:you lie alone, as you must have beenwhile I lived my life young and freeonly now I truly feel;the salt tart madness of your tearsas you waited for me.