Freckles

Written by James Christopher Sheppard

Freckles of dust

laid around carelessly,

Flung to their rest

by a boy who knew better.

Muffled misery

heard only by bricks,

They weren’t her fault

but were they his?

Displaced by laws

of nature and truth,

Products of time

that stretched sterile.

But if time could bend

would the freckles still lay

or would they be kept neatly

in a jar, high on the shelf?

While carless freckles

they may seem, scattered

with noisy breathless grief,

they are best this way.

You can never go back

though it is your one wish.

He was hers for a time and

he was hers to lose.

One soul mate

is more than most

For one day or ten thousand,

One man only will be yours.

Now freckles may be scattered

seemingly carelessly on the floor,

but at least you jumped from the shelf

and made a glorified mess.