it's three months later
and the tune of our love
still echoes through the labyrinth
of my prozac-poisoned cerebrum
it's the sound of rainy evenings
in whitewashed suburban neighborhoods
overwhelming me
as it ricochets off the cold stone
it's the ghost of your hand
holding mine so tight
and it feels like home
as I stand here alone
even as the symphony changes key
to red hair and bright blue eyes
the cadence of you
still rings in my mind