Dedicated to those who will always hold a space for their lost loves, and only find them again in their tears.
The place you lay in my heart
remains
unmarked
even though the passing time taunts me.
I call you back to that place, that place
unmarked
a banshee under the night sky
calling you, seeking you
everywhere.
I press my soles against the waves and wait for their rhythm
to call you back again.
In this place
I cannot hear you.
I push my fingertips deep into soil and seek your bloom
to bring you back again.
In this place
I do not feel you.
The little piano girl, with her ivory skin and cheeks of glaze
watches me
like I watch her.
I strain for the music she plays
but does not share.
In this place
I cannot reach you.
The day you left, and grief walked in
was the last day I knew you
apart.
Time will ease the pain, so I am told,
but I don’t want my pain
to stop.
Stopping means forgetting and forgetting means fading.
In that moment I will have lost you
forever.
So allow me, when salt runs against my lips
to have a place I hold you, a place
unmarked.
Fragments of my heart drift through caverns
that sorrow built
here, where I hold you.
My tears are where you live now
In the well of my night sky
here, never without you
no matter how many moons
come again.
Soles in sand, hearth in hand
I promised
to keep you, to hold you
long after
Mother earth reclaimed what is hers.
I know
you are not here
just as the stars are not
here.
Still their light twinkles sonnets in the night sky.
I look,
enraptured by their beauty, all the while
I know
it was long, long ago they sang their dying song.
Now
this is how you are here
with me
always and now
you are stars to me
the light I still see
long after you have gone.
My stars
in my night sky
my lovely, laughing stars
seen only
in the welling of my tears.
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