For What Is Past.

As cobwebs drape across the aisle,
Wither hence this naive child.

Burger King; a Hershey's pie.
Starbucks too, till it was nigh.

And in between, there was a smile.
Preceding thus the shock to cull.

Questions flew, of hurt and rage.
A hung head hid my lie's foliage.

Soon to be another's wife,
- November, 2005.