Scarlett Letters

I’ve stopped thinking of you with fond appreciation
No expectations
You’re a dragon with no fire
Carrying on
I don’t have time for
Less than stone
A foundation
Sending my hope
Up with the birds
This quiet street
That empty seat
A minnow in a pond of loons
We hope for love but quit too soon
Burning my eternity of Scarlett letters
They drift into the night sky
plumes of goodbyes.