Woven flower crowns against
Your bitter picture frame,
Tears in the shape of woe
Against a white casket,
We dream about you
In the solemn past
And how your phantom dread
Coats the once blissful walls
Of my childhood refuge,
Silent valentine goodbyes
Fall upon deaf ears
As woeful cries echo throughout
A shell of a daughter
On a bleak
Monday morning,
An astounding nightly recital
Audience a dimly lit streetlight;
Alley cats and broken beer bottles,
A troubled mind and restless demonic thoughts;
Cold Windowsill buried against your worn out knees;
Did the earth stop spinning, even for a second?
Did a curtain drop?
Did the concrete kiss your sunken cheek
In reunion?
-
The nights sting like a sore tooth
As I am reminded of your dark retiral
The way your angst filled eyes foretold
A heartbreaking departure
No one had the strength to acknowledge
Awaken by sorrowful dirges rather than your
Voice over the phone; The feel of your frigid cheek
Against my trembling fingertips, a fictitious tale
Flower beds remind me of your almost mythical wake,
A gaping hole where your presence should have been
A moment, too late
An empty safe haven now soiled
With the memory of red copper
May the dirt that lays
Upon your chest
Be as weightless
And light
As your fruitful smile
I cannot sleep at night
Until I've made sure
All my windows
Are sealed shut
