If I come to the window one last time
will you promise to remember me as I was in the spring
when my whispers quickened your heart
and you yearned for my hair across your pillow?
I shall grant you one last glance,
but only if you see me as the lover
you so foolishly abandoned.
* In December 2012, a fellow blogger (sethsnap.com) invited us to submit poems on photographs he posted. This was my contribution. My original title was “House.” His photography is quite good. You will enjoy visiting his site.