Falling…

poem with a collage by @Duane Toops

Three dots to connect one’s thoughts
Three dots…
Ellipsis of the story as I remember it
And a missing face.
All. Cut. Short.

Three dots follow an idea lingering
Short of time and lacking breath
Killed, gone
And once the memory evaporates
Ever. Changing. Clouds.

Only slivers of recollections
Red lips
Red waistcoat
And blood money
Strawberries. Left.  A…