Fion Three

Memories of your face, so eager so sweet, the state of your grace, you recoil at my thunder, my very conceit, a man fixed by number, they called me too late, eager to squeeze, the life where you lay, a path uncluttered, my insides heave, my storm-tossed lover, you went out one day, while I was asleep, my dreams fall away, such a conundrum, wreaths, stones, grave, who splits who asunder, I hear you say, just walk and smile easy, just break away, now you’re released.