My fingers trace the indentations left
the letters of forever us — memories
of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft
an old man lingering on enemies
embedded in the bark, her burning lies
she told before I saw her cotton dress
once clean was soiled with mud and grass
when roughness of his hands was kneading breasts.
I still recall what axe and shovels did
below the surface now the secrets lie
I know that still the roots embrace what’s hid
and soon I’ll join them when it’s time to die
But still the softness of the bark reminds
of skin she gave away — I was declined
Linked to Magpie Tales.
March 22, 2015