You come and you go,
repetitive dream motions
driving a picture of
your face
into my little mouse heart.
Apparition of sleepless nights,
you smile- drop your bags
on my bedroom floor.
I nursed your broken bones
and kissed your fingertips,
crushing the passage of
time in my small hands
like so many impatiens.
And then came the storm clouds,
and you traveling north-
leaving no trace
of what once was;
only memories
like ashes
dissolving
in the rain.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
You come and you go,
repetitive dream motions
driving a picture of
your face
into my little mouse heart.
Apparition of sleepless nights,
you smile- drop your bags
on my bedroom floor.
I nursed your broken bones
and kissed your fingertips,
crushing the passage of
time in my small hands
like so many impatiens.
And then came the storm clouds,
and you traveling north-
leaving no trace
of what once was;
only memories
like ashes
dissolving
in the rain.
