Cut it off and watched your ripe pome
Roll away alone
The fallen fruit you’d rather pa** along
Followed orchard hills
In bounds
Of trail markers
And signal stones
Somewhere I am lost on the ground
I’m a thick blur of ruby red
Your solstice that never ends
I’ll be strong, carry on
But I still hear your echoes down the hall
My candle’s burning out
Throw your tableau on the wall
Project your love
Somehow you fell right through my arms
I’ll carry on
Tried to grow through winter’s spell
I’m frozen through the stalk
Pearlescent shape you were hiding in
Entranced by the way you walk
‘Til we meet again, I’ll be nervously shaking and patiently waiting for thoughtful amends
Come clean for the lies that you led
That’s how the story goes
Feel again when I see your ghost
Oh what a life you lived, one of vanity and sin