Every day I hope you fade away

A little and leave not even

The brittle traces

Of your so many faces

That shone in the mirrors of my mind.

With each day that turns to night

With the darkening of each morn’s light

I hope you come undone

All in one, unstuck

And out of luck in love

With me, with all

The anger that must turn

To love and all the forgiving

Left to be done.

There is lots of cleaning up to do

After you came and hurricaned through.

It will take its own bittersweet time,

I will pine, I won’t be fine. And then

There will the four-and-twenty hours

Bursting with flowers and my

Garden will grow in spite of the snow

And it will all be because you and me

Are finally history.