My shadow, dressed in handed down rags,
and smelling of hunger and weed,
melts in the margins, stains them
an invisible red, revealing itself only
in the warm skin of your fingertip.
Carelessly thrown over a chair,
the shirt is the first thing I noticed
as I enter my house,
your fragrance, playing with the night,
settles in the folds of my skin,
seared with grief my heart flutters,
I’m glad you left the shirt, not the key.
(Two more poems published in Peregrine Muse)
Reminiscing, I roam the paths with him,
my loss hangs heavy in the air,
the landscape as parched as my heart,
you a shadow, a ghost, a dream unfulfilled.
Sometimes I hear you… soft whispers
riffled by the warm summer breeze,
your smile lights a dew drop,
I catch your scent from the fragrant trees.
Aromas of food and sleep are in the air
the house is flushed with warmth.
in my loneliness I call your name,
feel your misty breath on my face.
Your face is reflected in the window
you call out, but I don’t hear…
my face is in the raindrops of your tears,
you live in me… it’s you I know
My body holds the shadows of your love,
you are no more, you left me all alone,
my body a graffiti of your fingerprints,
like those you left on everything you touched.
Time is just the blur of your shadow.
I won’t forget you, I won’t forget you…
or the soft tread of your feet
and your music echoing in my dreams.
Long years have passed since you left,
my sorrow failed to become songs of love,
the invisible remained invisible…
I miss you… I miss you… first love of my life.
(first published in learning and creativity magazine)
on the table at dawn
and a few parting words
pinned to a page
beautiful but dead
everything was beautiful
until familiarity and ego
cast their long shadows
across this winter morning
veiled in mist and rain
I mourn the love killed
and struggle to cope
with this ending
so ruthlessly imposed on me
and I wonder if he won
or if I lost.
( A new one 🙂 )