A thread of fondness glisten quiet 
Buried deep inside the muck
All so vague, a knowing mistake
Out of love. 
All out of luck.
Leaves fall off. My tea shines, cold
A final heartbreak
No final home
Fingers part, a newer start
Feelings come unstuck.
My eyes uncovered, my heart distilled.
Flowers on a feathered field.
Alone and pure and what?
No strength to praise or blinding days
A life of ifs and buts.