Of your sunny garden,
But now you’re gone
Though your absence lingers on
In sad notes
Of mourning doves’ songs
Wistful and prolonged…
And plaintive in their way
Making their own rainy day.
It happens whenever you leave...
I’m at the mercy of memory;
You bring your flame close
And sear me,
My scars
Are buried deep inside me
Like the rings of a tree
You can only see by opening me.
You are attractive
And I distracted,
So my words don’t rhyme
Or stories finish on time—
Especially yours and mine
That’s still unfolding
And now you haunt me.
Appearing at midnight,
When clocks strike the longest.
I’m open to friends' suggestions,
But turn over a new leaf?
Hardly.
You're the bed sheet imprint
I turn into nouns and verbs,
So intimate
My soul is unnerved.
I can’t exorcise, erase,
Or block you from view,
So I bury you deep
In the trivia of years
And pray my heart
Doesn’t search for you.