fleeing, taking the
blueprints too, swiftly
throwing away dreams
of what was to be.
unfinished, the structure
caved, cracked,
decayed to say
the least, and
the last of worries,
not even a sorry
or a care to give
for the loss of love.
..............................
until she found the key
that opened the door
and an interest of
peeking inside, laying a bed
in the back room
out of site until
the dust and fumes
settle.
