Things I Would Have Said - Had She Listened
Since we last spoke
When frost killed
The unseasonal full bloom rose,
No time has passed.
No seasons or months,
No weeks, days, hours, or seconds.
Just a tap dripping,
Ticking thoughts of you.
Without closure
Barbed-wire was dragged
Through my heart
Which still bleeds
The color of your hair.
And forgiveness seems surrender
When a warm live wren
Is blitzed in a blender.
If I could - I would
Edit myself in Photoshop.
Then failing that move my bloody mouse
To 'System Restore'
And click to a previous date.
Without words or reason
I shall remain where the dead leaves lie
Discarded by summer’s fruit.
And autumn’s misty eye,
Seeing the cruel bare wood
For the first time,
Will make all winters mute.
.
Perhaps, if you were to listen, just once,
There may be seconds between thoughts.
Then I can leave like the setting sun,
From a distance, whatever the season,
Without reflection or precondition,
Gladly to shine on you...
