Oct 05 (2022)

The sun shined, such audacity

I still can’t see, blindsided me

You asked me to meet you

In the October cemetery air

So we could take our love

And bury it there

This precious seed

No need to squander it

Place it gently in the ground

Let our tears water it

I swear – if we waited there

If we were patient

This thing, so perfectly pure

Could be cultivated

When you decided to let it die

It didn’t matter how I cried

The future, love, me, this seed

Left behind, death, sundried

Here I am, a blind, broken-hearted man

Left, sun soaked, burned, empty hand

Listless, lifeless, head hollow too

And the earth still turned as if it were allowed to