Gone (Old Breakup Poem)
Gone are silver summers underneath the blue,
gone are biting kisses and everything they do,
gone are clever smiles when your mind came through,
gone is together; but not as gone as you.
Here are the snapping winds of winter,
here is the loneliness they deliver,
here is cut skin from splinters,
Hell's Nina, Santa Maria and Pinta.
There you sit and there not alone,
there are the echoes back from my moans,
there is the time when you were my home,
here is the pain that sits in my bones.
Now is an area, now is a place,
now is a time I can't see your face;
now will I go, and now will I know
just what is heaven, and just what its taste.
DH ([email protected])