You flit so gently from my Palm
Tell me your story before you leave
I cannot imprison you take your leave.
I wrote this about 5 years ago or more , when something very dear to me was about to leave my life , the struggle to let go was painful. Looking back on the poetry I wrote around these times shows me now how we often destroy beauty by holding on too tightly au lieu de just enjoying the moment because as sure as night follows day nothing lasts forever . The beauty of the moments do last though in our memory chests.