DARLING
When she’s gone
I will try to write
Pulling loose the threads
Arrange the pathways
of stones from inflicting weeds..
Marble staircases
She and I will tread
Along the vast and open field
of this healthy empty yard
Lest, she come back
Forgive me, and say:
“Darling, here I stay.”
Now that she’s gone
I haven’t tried to write
the thread pulled up in a kite
The stones are slippery wet
Weeds embracing roses that wilt
The land is cold and barren
Wind howls like she’s sighing
Shaking in disbelief
Wished I could early comprehend
Did she leave me, gone astray
I clasp and crumple her sad farewell:
“Freedom, darling, here I dwell.”
by:
Jopherlyn
