Apology

In my dreams

I am brave and patient

waiting there for you, always,

to leave me.

I am a pillar

at the shoreline

not moving

not wavering
not receding.

Time does not exist

and we are caught

in the amber moment 
when shadows draw long     

and day becomes night

not inhabiting either,

but balanced between

the two 
together.


Over in the Imaginary Garden we are challenged to write 55 words, PLUS, if we choose, to use this image of Beta Beatrix by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, which I did.  We could also use the words of Canto 17 by Dante Alirghieri.  

Abandoned

     Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit by Bonnie Beechler

Why do you leave me

like this when you know housekeeping

is not my strong suit?

Check out The Mag for more responses, or add your own, to the prompt by the lovely Tess Kincaid.