“A woman with a stroller, the baby / Kicking its feet and the aging leaves / Crunched under wheels. / Red;”
A woman with a stroller, the baby
Kicking its feet and the aging leaves
Crunched under wheels.
The sweater I stole from you,
The word you said when asked for a word
Associated with love.
Her lips when I found you.
The sky at dusk from the cliffside,
Where we watched the sun glide away and the
Stars sneak into existence for the night.
Where we laughed so much about things I don’t
Remember now, but
I do remember the way my stomach hurt
Because I couldn’t stop feeling happy.
The blanket wrapped around my shoulders
To ward against the chill that may come from outside
Or may just be something inside of me
That’s died or lost.
I’m not sure which.
The color of flowers that push their way
Out of frozen ground in the spring,
When the things that died decide to
See how it feels to be alive again.