She says love
don’t live here no more.
That my touch is gone
and has been
for a long, long time
and she doesn’t care
anymore.
The part of her
that is fire
has been put out.
The part of her
that should grow
has been unfed
and left to wither.
With her
all there is now
is memories.
Possibilities.
Can I find a cure?
A little bit
of what we’ve missed,
experience
something new,
something more?
Leave nothing,
but phoenix ashes
and complicated
explanations
of what we didn’t do
wrong or right.
Left the past
tomorrow might
be life
like we’ve never known.
HG – 2016
