you were a photograph

i was a vision

i sat there as the image cured.

you were an anchor,

i was a lowly sailor.

the horizon was set too far for now

you know the sea has a way of washing it all away.

the past and the present

the future anyway.

heartbreak they say

is the highest price to pay

debts of quarters as the clock hand moves.

you won’t stay

you won’t stay

for just once.

This is all I know of love and loss.