Words blown away by a zephyr
Caught and taken away as softly
As those quiet lips that utter
Prayers and dreamings, given so gently

"--love you." Sent with tears to go West
Unfinished, yet still enough power
To carry good wishes -- the best
Bees and memories of sweet red flowers

Tender lips, pen scribbles, a key
To a house you will never return
Stir through your pocket, and you'll see
A bit of the love you'd thought you burned

Smile, but in a swing of cold spite
With your lighter, turn sweet words to ash
The letter you promised to write
Now lies as mere dust, like disgusting trash