Jun 18

for all that will be gone

I watch my
paper
white dress sway in the fan's wake.
heartless remarks bouncing off the walls
to settle on my laden chest.
heavy under the weight of the world.
how can light jump through my window
when all you can see outside are graves.
her grave, her grave and his grave
clutched in a circle of broken.
they left flowers on the bed stand in hopes
that I will not forget my color.
they left water on the sill in hopes
that something marvelous will become of it.
they left a knife on the pillow in hopes
that as I leave you
you will enjoy something beautiful.