Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Goodbye

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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