gone

stung – swift as

it had begun

bursting
to an end

in sharp splintered prismed rays
and then,

the sunset blush
fell wan
faint, faded and forlorn

in hushed glimmers
of happy days

gone 

lost in an achy melancholy haze
and pricks of pain 

photo:  Window in Gastown - W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke