Abandoned, but not alone

Abandoned, but not alone
in a carnival kaleidoscope
where the beat goes on – sure
and steady with rhythms strong
tho’ the dance is not the same.

Abandoned in a frame of fractal
shapes unfolding fern-like
fronds debasing a rigid plan
of our sometimes strained but
still amiable relationship.

Abandoned by the ways
this late growth has gained
credence, taking precedence
over the ambient years of
benign, untutored friendship.

Abandoned, but not alone
with my memories where you
remain a flower in bloom in
the renaissance of spring,
the scent of my dreams.
© I.D. Carswell