for the threads have come undone
once the many served as one
yes, I can remember
as past tense paces my heart
a remnant’s dream
of a camelot no more
can I repent this loss
or merely scream
for I can do all these things-
but the time has come
to seek new lands
to leave this empty shell-ter
let the wind swept reminders find
not nary a shadow left behind
of this long
neglected – parcel.