Fool’s Gold
Residual hope
settles
in the bottom of my
heart,
like sediment
in a stream.
My mind is
clear
and
serene.
Yet the smallest
movement
(A touch…
a glance…)
and my resolve is
murky
with memories of
you.
Residual hope
settles
in the bottom of my
heart,
like sediment
in a stream.
My mind is
clear
and
serene.
Yet the smallest
movement
(A touch…
a glance…)
and my resolve is
murky
with memories of
you.