near briar
Please forgive
me darling
for I have lost sight
and my sanguine identity
to a blurry world
that I once stopped
and bent over for
pressing flowers against
the tip of my nose
with closed eyes
inhaling freedom
without a moment’s
hesitation
alas
I have not forgotten
your spirited voice
during this unwavering
stretch of pure
silence
before you decided
to get a septum piercing
with a matching
pensive demeanor
I fondly recall
seeing you embrace
your teddy bear during
“tea time” as a carefree
angel unfettered
by adversity in an old
photograph framed
amongst the cobwebs
and weeds plaguing
my mind
It’s been years since
the coma hit
tossing and turning
during sleepless nights
when crickets summon me
to grope around for the
nearest pen and write
random love letters to
the dimly lit fire slowly
rekindling my heart
funny how I manage
to wake up even during
times of insomnia
soothed by the
tribal hymns of
Animal Collective on a
warm August night
revisiting Winter’s Love
through remnants
of you.
orchid pond