you forgot the ***
of daffodils
that i gave you
in autumn

and by winter
their soul
had gone
until
march
next year

their flowers
hung yellow
like tissue paper
and when the breeze
stirred them
they were dragged
by wilted stems

and drew lines
in the dust

i lie still
in the morning
and watch the sunrise
creep up
my wall
to the white
of my ceiling

bathed in grey light
subdued
by unfallen rain

i wish the rays
of sun
were your eyes
moving
over me

a poem for you:

roses aren't red
and violets aren't blue
when my entire body
isn't pressed into you


sugar's not sweet
flowers don't grow
what was beautiful crumbles
like an avalanche of snow

birds cry to heaven
to a sky that is black
the clouds full of thunder
rain pounds at my back

I look out the window
at the tortured pained sky
and compare its expression
to how I feel inside

the sun does not shine
the trees do not sway
the cards are not dealt
and no games are played

though dramatic and
blown far out of proportion
I exaggerate in order
to reveal my emotions

roses are still red
violets are still blue
but this is my thinking
in the absence of you


though primitive my wording
and such a sad theme
the meaning is simple:
without you, there's no me

e.s.s.