the days that passed him

He thought that what he made would decorate his days;
instead (a rule of thumb) it was who he had become.

He thought:
“The house I build will garner summer’s rays,
and I’ll be warm when summer-comfort wanes”;
instead, it was the one who shared his bed,
how long she stayed.

He thought and thought.
But what the days that passed him taught
was far from his imagination, caught
in the fingers of his outstretched heart.