I miss the sun
Waiting
In her cloudy bed
Below the earth.
Some days I cry
For hours
At the kitchen sink
Because something
Reminded me
Of you.
And when I die, burry
Me in red earth
Beneath a lemon
Tree and
Make lemon and rhubarb
Pie from my bones.
And tell all the
Non-believers
That my spirit wrings
Bitter tears from stone.
The day you left
Was sunny
And sweat ran rivers
On my back as
I watched you leave.
"Sunshine,
Come back!" I called but
You couldn't hear me.
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