TW:// ||mention of death||
the fleur
of the pavement
glistens
when memories
pass down my
ancestry ~
tumbling
stones atop
totem poles
buried beneath
frozen inuksuk,
it's so very easy
to lose your way
in the chords
the roadmaps
want to lead me ~
serenade the
grass blades;
and the popped
dots of colour
which makes you
worth it - -
crossroads ~
and the love
in mixed-seed
fingertips...
you were always
so sage - green
different from
onyx portrayals
and crimson
rusted glances,
maps describe
in low-light
the stars
to home ~
burying a box
below the
intersection
of my choices
and their
consequences...
-:-
violet skies
and the paper
in boxes –
glistened
and glittered,
to mildew
on the soil
alikeness,
you’re the
lookalike-
in puddles-
in stems,
to the teardrop
on faces
at my funeral ~
i stood at the back,
two to the left
and shrouded
in invisibility
because all the focus
was on the closed casket
and your voice cracking
over a eulogy you spent
all of ten minutes writing...
this is the closest
we've been in
so many years - -
repeat until death
until my eyes are closed
and yours are wet ~