Circle of Out-takes

Beads

I whittled beads from our yesterdays
and strung them on string of rhymes
as a rosary to mark a place
we dallied on our lovers' walk.
I used our best remembered times
and dressed them up for you.  You took
my gift, said thanks, then laid it down.
You went to water your potted ferns.
You never read my little book.
If I were wiser, by this I'd known
you planned to go.  Whatever warns
lovers is slow to work.  Love dies
by small degrees.  Long after, one mourns,
and looks behind to find the whys.

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Updated last on:  2001/05/21