desire

to eschew
myself

i

did leap from my slim perch         away from me
forlorn from past love still to mourn
 

reluctant
in sanctuary

i fret some now, but do not mourn
not what i was before

and that red moment
clipped from view
so hid away
now shared with you

the hour of my discontent
 
at missing marks
and silly things
 
that only photos
 
know