In Memoriam

for Mommy's 10th death anniversary

on wings of fingers twined,
we soared towards
an endless sky.

mid-flight, you let go --
and I stumbled painfully
against the sudden horizon.

plucked of wings,
earthbound, I dig
for sky with broken tools.

Tabula Rasa

of late, it has been hard
to give sorrow words,
to write of grief
that does not speak;
(How am I to mourn?)
I'm left with framing
sunsets in my mind,
to approximate the loss.

April Night

The stars are beyond reach
tonight; I'm at the knife-edge
of despair.

I feel you close , beloved,
but when I turn around
you're not there.

Memories, fragile
as butterflies, flutter
inside this head.

Still haunted, night
til day, by words
left unsaid.

When all is said.

I revealed the stark
anatomy of my thought,
so you could trace
its arteries back
to the throbbing source.

Yet you honed my words
to a scalpel's edge,slipped it
between ribs, twisted flesh,
turned away, and left me
alone with a rotting corpse.

Jigsaw Pieces

as the tendirls of
a plaintive song
ripples evening,
I cast my mind
into the nightsea,
stars fall:
bitter brine.

incomplete...

without you --
I shatter,
jigsaw pieces edging
towards oblivion.

bereft, I twine
longing into thread,
weaving a blanket
of dreams.

What is Left Unsaid

Is it just my mind that conjures
spectres, in the wake
of your sentences?

My fears that populate
pockets of silence
with the treacherous eddies
of suspicion?

What is left unsaid
teases tempests,
swirling thought to chaos;

And your silence is a sea
I cannot navigate, where tracing
constellations lead
to isolated continents.