Today is the day you leave me each year,
year after year, an anniversary
Again, you don’t say goodbye but you clutch
your chest and fall, crumpling like a silk scarf
Buried in a drawer in a science lab
today it opens--students cut—your heart beats
I glance up at the silk flutter I catch
in the corner of everything—life
I loved. I yearned. I got angry at you.
I forgave. Forgive me for leaving, too.
I never forget. This day. The flutter
and heap. My drawer full of soft silk scarves.
You leave each year. A trace of mutuallove in cut silk. You leave. They cut. I sit.
Posted at Joseph's Open Link Night ~ December 2014 at d'Verse.
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