Someone forgot the pearl necklace today I remember seeing a red and white skirt the sound of the wind was strong a floral set of earrings As the camera rolled a pause stood in the air there wasn't a single cloud in the sky the black blouse was transparent the red on the mustang reflected your sunshine face.
this poem is like watching you over and over again
He looked at me, The way the sky looks at the rain, Waiting for patiently for the relief. Hands intertwining around my waist like vines, Every touch felt. Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn. Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before. I love you, I love you.
Between the swaying boughs Of two lonesome firs Chirps a mother bird mocking the rising sun
“Why do you mock the coming day mother?” Her baby chicks chirp “Do we not need the light for warmth? To fly? To eat?”
“No my dearest, it is not the light I mock But more so the rise that acts as a clock Counting down the moments until you seek Warmth Flight And food For yourself, leaving me an empty nest Alone, between these two lonesome firs”