Saturday, November 7, 2009


Now I see the freckles in my eyes
reflect yours like ice particles
in the warm air, obstructing
your view of the transparent
rays that spark our life together,
and my body numbs

This winter will treat me like a page
from your handpicked vocabulary
burning in my fireplace,
warming my blood until
my heart beats so rapidly that it seems
to be still like the sun.

Our love for each other was real;
as real as the thick mass of
the ocean and the absence of the sky.

As we dance in heaven’s tears,
the painful sobs urge
the songbirds to sing louder,
that perhaps their melodies could reset

*this was an aubade I wrote for my creative writing class

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