she thinks of him...

she thinks of him
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by

on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart

on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors

she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love

 

on nights crisscrossed
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was

on nights inglorious
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
 

she thinks of him

shadow love...

they saw confinement

i felt contentment

they saw withdrawal
i was 

within
they saw

 slavery
i became 

free
they saw 

what they saw

i stayed

 me