A Tattered Sleeve

I’d rather wear my heart on my sleeve 

For all to see…

Than a note on the bottom of my shoe

Just out of view…

If it was a feeling, it was subtle.

Like the faintest light of morning,

Filtering through my window,

Announcing the start of a new day.

Though never could I have envisioned,

What this morning’s light would say.

For a year it spoke of possibilities 

Of a world I held with acclaim.

Though now it breaks its treaty

With the dreams we shared in May.