emily

upon their foot they move along
at but a snail's pace
and as they go they leave behind
a long and silvery trace
from whence they came and where they go
they seem to give no mind
content with serendipity
to govern what they find

you always stood up tall
the times I chanced to pass this way
your silent eloquence to all
a comfort every day

but now i stand alone
beside the place you used to be
a testament you still provide
to those with eyes to see

a yellow rose came out today
i didn't ask her why
in fact she hadn't much to say
and didn't even try

but though our conversation stalled
we still exchanged a smile
and in the sweetly-scented breeze
nodded for a while

i met an eft
upon the way
beneath a leaden sky
he did not tarry long with me
just bid a curt goodbye

had he but lingered
there with me
i might have stayed awhile
for his cold-blooded honesty
and unimpeachable style