Cosmos in the Yard

Purple flower I watched you die.

Beautifully surrendered to time and earth.

Your eyes I remember–those tears for loss

How the hair blew from your neck

Into a limitless possibility of hope

Your shimmering beauty I missed the most.

The scented sweet death of serenity...

Losing you is a funeral of my peace.

October is when this earth bore life to you,

And in May, you bore life into me.

Autumn is where I'll always find you

In the sorrows of my own memories.

I will die alone, always thinking of you

Wishing life was different

Having a second chance to reclaim its smell.

You are the flowering petals in a rush of air.

Dispel me,

From this wicked dream

Where separation and death

Hold hands as commonalities,

In a place I am not alone

Along these barren lands

Wishing I was home, back inside of you.

Holding hearts with breaking hands

We quiver into the night through the numerous rains,

Until the first snow.

Quiet explosions of love rush into your iris

Sending signals with my soul.

Are we holding hands with breaking hearts?

. . .We were always good at both.

What do you say to someone

In a battle, that you can't win?

Her silence is the greatest pain

That anyone can give.