Tilting over

Everything,

the flowers, emotions,

puppies, and feelings,

The gifts, and promises,

assurances, and adulations,

the smiles and afirmations,

commitments and determinations,

Were laid upon a ghost,

who will no longer rise to disappoint.

No more pantomime,

no more capitulation,

No more sublime,

No more surprise.

But hope, survives.