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You deemed me a heartless coward

For having left once love had soured

Yet to sleep among the dead would seem goulish

And to hope for much else utterly foolish

Each memory that time so gradually warps

Is really a shadow and a breathless corpse

Your summer smells, pastels and floral prints

Distracted me from the obvious hints

The thunder from one of your verbal arrows

Can startle and scatter a cluster of sparrows

Sparks from harsh remarks made off the cuff

Cruel to those unaccostomed to that stuff

Yet with each turn of a wooden spoon

She stirs weary spirits in this fading afternoon

Precisely slicing to decorate a plate

Her care adheres as we patiently wait

Those arms stretch to squeeze each chest

As she portions out Gouda and turkey breast

Ladies parading in sun dresses and sandals

Among tables topped with tea light candles

As she slides slowly back into a lawn chair

And nuzzles a child in the thickness of her hair

In a yard marred by discarded cups and Tupperwear

A day ebbs away with all its grief and despair