In my sky at twilight

en mi cielo al crepúsculo eres como una nube
Pablo Neruda

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
the bloody blot on the landscape of how
at the going down of yet another sun
I am bound to remember

nebulous drifts of our begetting
adrenalin of missed beat, whipped cream
apassionata and F minor finale when nimbus
drowned the foetid love rat

yes we have grown old - and apart
separately decaying to the very marrow
line upon line, a limp, sans the sensual sense
of catch-as-catch-can

and how we caught fire
my rogue capture, your tender trap
a muse, always there had to be amusement
til it turned silly and sour in the hollow depths

at dawn you're the dusty mote of memories
the nightly prod to wakefulness from wishes
unfulfilled, like the wasted hours,
like a cloud in my sky at twilight

© Laura Granby 2015

And joining DVerse prompt: Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions