Byrs – No Talent For Certainty

the sky was once…

the sky was once,

and he was almost eight —

a life to celebrate

On the boardwalk in Pensacola Beach, Florida.

We walked out to the beach

And talked of love

And other things past reach

They’re over by the sill,
They stand there still,
Though you and I are done

Boxes only purple,

I fought for my tissues —

I have issues

she spoke not, but she stood,

and all was good

save broken promises

A highway long,

And my, how far we’ve come,

For love to be so strong.

We traveled here, and stopped.

Unraveling in time,

Our balloons popped —