This Note Nailed On The Rusted Door

This note nailed on the rusted door,

Speaking volumes in sticky note,

            You left this day for so much more,

            All I have to remember is what you wrote.

Words like echoes ricocheting through time,

A voice in the wind carries words spoken in haste,

            You travel in search of a sign,

            All I have is memory’s taste.

 

Through forests and nature rhyme,

The rhythm will betray our art,

            You said it would all be fine,

            A note left before you depart.

Read and reread this inscription,

A testament to your heart and soul,

            You seek a sure-fire fiction,

            Dreams chased to make you whole.