o joy - a year later

I moved on, unwillingly. 

You stayed behind.

I got caught up in new friends and wine. 

And forgot.

Then, my Joy, you were gone.

The days grew darker

as I chased the sunset.

Now the morning speaks of you.

There's a song in the city lights,

it bends my ear and turns my head.

Not here. Not forgotten.

New house.

New day.

New wine, new friends.

No you.