Sprinkled like ash from the
explosive fallout that
was our ending,
your gray shirt tossed on
your side of the bed,
a stack of your books–
19th-century novels, 17th-century poets
your journal filled
with ideas, dreams
for the garden that will
never be

Every room of
this house, our home
we created, coated
in the dust of your memory
my acid rain tears
soak this once sacred
earth we’d nurtured
with love
streak through the layer
upon layer of lies
poisoning the parched
our Eden


OpenLinkNight #42 http://dversepoets.com/


About bittersweetverse

Writer, poet, lover. http://madamesweetcheeks.blogspot.com/ View all posts by bittersweetverse

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