and is that Love?

Let’s cry our tears at what it cost
shed our skins at what is past
and go on, forwards,
so long, see you later
I’m just a waiter at the table
of fables
salient facts
attack us all.
I want to cry with the blueberries
take sherry
with the Marchioness
it’s not going to be
and she
knows it.
I am watching the shadow
bound into escrow
the sale follows on.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.