you don’t haunt me, anymore; the yellow pansies
in my garden have forgotten your name, but
not your touch. and somewhere in there,
i think there’s a metaphor for forgiveness. lost love
tangles around my ankles like linen bedsheets,
dreaming of you when i can’t help but lament
the loss of everything i thought i cared for.
there’s more than you, i know, but
i’m still picking my heart up off of the floor;
let me be, let me be, let me be. don’t
linger out of sight any more.
have you ever seen the moon, lingering in the morning’s blue sky?
it holds on to its throne as long as it can, but
finally, it fades away.
i’m in the stage of fading; letting go tastes like waking up
after a bad dream.
and it’s when i hear (our song) that i am reminded
of all the memories we never made - no
dancing in the moonlight,
talking until the sun comes up,
no toothbrushes in the bathroom or
reminding me to lock the door.
i mourn what could have been almost more than
my love - where have you been?
and how dare you come back?
I lay, on my back, resting on a field of green. the clouds
ignore my motionless form - they don’t mind
being watched. the grass is soft, and
whispers secrets to me.
my mind wanders above the blue sky, to a place where you
dance, beckoning me to join you.
i’m sorry, i’m sorry - i’m stuck here on the ground. wait for me- wait for me.
i hear your voice in my head, late at night,
and the stars look down on my crumpled form
it’s times like then when i can’t bear to stay strong
it’s times like then when i’m full of regret.
darling, i know, i know. we’ve been down this road, and
it ends with my broken heart. but hear me out -
what if it could be different this time?
i guess hope is what makes my wounds sting. but tell me, love,
when you see the moon, do you still think of me?
because no matter how i try,
i can’t seem to forget.