Week Since Last

A week's past since I saw you last,
twelve hours more to the moor,
to embrace the cold memories' past
now frozen in the future's allure.

It was all too sudden, all too fast.

The greeting of the morning changed
the midday walks were truncated
perfect sunsets pass feeling wasted.
Take them all, take them all.

Let them be erased.

Written anew.

Now, in company of many or of few
leave the boulder and take the gem
place it shining bright atop your stem.
Continue, walk, and love again.