* Left *

Your shade leaves that agitates my heart,
As though moonlight vanishes in that thin morning mist,
Into silence, you depart driftingly.

I sit up into a pitch of dark torment,
Forgot the length of time, weakened corps aches as if the deaf hears the cry,
A self floating.

Vast, void, antithesis of eternity,
Fear now sleeps in me, surrendered to night terror with my incapacity.
What an atrocity.

Yet you assert this is reality, as I 
Inhale the emptiness that permeate the uninhabitation. 
You left; “morning has been blackening.”

Robin egg blue
Wintery lentil soup
Inexperienced parenthood

Heart-pounding 
Forestry wedding
Your voice in our tiny kitchen

Ash tree seeds
Baker’s yeast
The irresistible moisture of your wee lips

I miss you,
And all those miscellaneous reminiscences,
My memory a daze, bygone is a future once might be reality.

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