Gone Gone Gone

The wings you spoiled,
used to be the only enchantment
in the passing of eon.

"Gone, gone, gone,"
the dawn weeped.

& then you left her,
went with the last shuttle.

"What is my name,"
the swallow asked,
spreading its soul
& went with the boy.

"Next Summer, we will meet again!."
echoed your last promise,
uncoiling from her long mane
& turning its cheek towards the tomorrow.

"Gone, gone, gone,"
she whispered, the lips dry.
"The name is Jaqueline,
& I will be a star in your sky."

Yet in the next year,
she never came,
but the air was full of her,
full of the girl,
who bowed down to the death.

Inspiration :: Ray Bradbury stories & AM "5 Centimeters Per Second"