She lives on a cloud
Where some days
She cannot even be bothered
To breathe.
The warm sun
Embraces
& shies away
All hope of closed blinds
Drawn shades
& the subtlety of
Her silk endowed Sunday best.
She’d **** for a
Cigarette
But cigarettes ****
& her heart is in the
Business of life,
Brother
& she can no longer afford
To cough it out.
You forget how bright
The trees were that summer
Until they vanish for
Five months
& the sound of them
Singing
Becomes a foreign
Elegy
For every day you
Tried to remember exactly
The way he smiled
At you.