Falling Flakes

Recollection

A dry crust trimmed

From memories

Of teenage years

Filled

With halcyon days

Before we three

Best friends

Parted ways

Before our

Sun limned times

Turned grim

When we would stride

The night

In cork heeled platform shoes

And feather festooned brims

Who knew life

Could twist

With such vigorous whim

To batter dreams

And take good friends?

I sit in silence

And contemplate

Past joy's sweet ghosts

I raise my glass

In poignant toast

To bright cloth of youth

Turned to falling flakes