she gazed out her large Window
into her deceptively handsome Garden,
the Ghost of her past lingering
around her fourth finger.
she used to covet such a Garden
when ignorance hid the effort needed.

It now begged for her
like a needy Child.

I had rid myself of love
I had rid myself of love
her eyes locked shut
refusing to open
to anything but an Ocean

tile’s embrace
and unconsciousness
provided the scenery
as she watched her Music
slowly ebb out to sea.