Not a sonnet...but nevertheless...

The ancient jokes, the guilty face; nails bitten to the quick
May seem unchanged to casual eyes
It's a smoke and mirrors trick.
I know most things improve with age
Guess you're not one of those!
The house may not be empty but I'm living with a ghost.


That crooked smile, your messy hair; the laugh lines round your eyes
May seem the same on random glance
We both know otherwise.
We regret the road not taken
The fear not risen above
It's the wrong way to do the right thing…
That reminds me of someone I used to love.

Desire and memory pale. Words; like bullets, ricochet
The colours of the spectrum lost…the way that photos fade.


Hungry eyes, haunted past; Moments stolen from the night
Seem, as a dream when morning dawns,
To vanish in daylight.
A hello kiss, farewell caress
The mask fits like a glove
You remind of someone I used to love.

An echo of a shouted word. A ripple from a penny tossed
A longing for what might have been. A harmony with whole notes lost