Mists in Time
In the place of my love is a distant light,
From the tower being drawn,
To the earth
And in it-
Memories like old notes,
Stack themselves at my feet
Cocooned in the middle,
Sandals//seashores//seesaws
Lay strewn.
When they said you’ll leave me,
I didn’t know they meant right now.
Here, where I need you the most,
Where my eyes have taken up a new meaning of what it should see,
And arc and talk about you,
And every pulsing breathe reminds me of your
lips,
Flapping in the wind
With the windows down.
Every night,
Your eyes look at me from behind grey skies
And when I burst out crying // I see your teeth,
And clean mine with the salt on my face,
Dripping from my eyes.
As I wrap my head around your absence,
The purple of your night robe,
Seems opaque,
Lights don’t shine in your room since
A litany of prayers is being offered to bring you back
With palm fronds,
Swaying in the air,
My hand reaches and grabs
The last mists of your memories floating to heaven,
Your office card//the key holder in your pocket//your last coffee cup
In the life you lived holding me,
From the mirror
As your face is erased,
From the wrinkles
Of memory,
Of the life you left behind.
