Love something that once was,
That once sat in my flower basket woven together by a devotion that I grew in my backyard.
Bones little more than dust,
Tendons stretched to filmy fissures,
I am no more than a shattered teapot,
We are broken and where have you gone?
In the sea’s green swallows I watched you bob,
Between expanding gulps of air and water’s wanton fingers,
I watched you sink, lips blue, eyes white,
As the tears made their way into your lungs did you feel short of breath?
Were you washed up on the shore of a land faraway?
I sent you messages in gilded glass bottles,
Did you get them?
In the woods you hid and sought between trees,
Poked your head out from behind eroded bark, from behind lengths of shredded brown and greed hues,
I called I said, “I love you, come find me, I’m looking.”
And you pranced between deadened leaves and low hanging fruit,
And you made your home inside a burrowed underground,
And when I came into the clearing, picnic food in hand,
You were nowhere to be found.
¡BUT TODAY YOURE HERE!
¡TODAY YOUVE COME BACK!