Left

Left

by Carmen H Gray

What’s left?

In the hemispheres of life

Where everything has been divided

The kid glove of yesterday

And rosemary scented concoctions

The sticky spices of today

Stewing in tomorrow’s brew

What’s left?

When the pitty pats and tippy toes

Have left their well worn socks

In the corners of your heart

For mending, when it’s far too late

For such frivolities

Oh, time, you are a clever trickster!

What’s left

Are the comet’s tail,

Solar winds pushing

Particles away from the mother source

Brightening, as they sail closer to the sun

A gasp and a sigh at such a sight

Of what is left in the darkest night

 

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