and soon i must depart

i fear, you will not choose again
to love me soon, as
i sit in neighboring chair,
and watch you
whisper and to her woon,
to her girlish passions
as if i was not here
offering me but a taste
of glass,  as you offer her your heart

and soon you will not choose me
and soon i must depart..

be now a love's memory, all
that's left of when
we first did meet,  when over me
you wooned and troubled
both time and taste; too chair
and soon you will not choose me
i now sense it clearly in the air

so soon i must be leaving
as for this, my heart, you
now no longer care, as once
you did , gone so soon from
when it was i that sat
in now what has come to be
 - her chair

bkmackenzie
copyrighted  2011.

Painting by artist :Hassam, Childe (American 1859-1935) Impressionist

"The Victorian Chair 1906"