<- Back to main page |
to withdraw one's feelings of attachment from a person, idea, or object, as in anticipation of a future loss
I wear shades to block your light
but still recall the hanging moon,
how it bathed your face
in whisky dark. I block my nose
among the roses but their thorns
still perfume the air in every room
that held your breath. I press
a cold spoon to my mouth to freeze
the lip of my resolve, swing a hammer
at the panes to change the view.
I use the crayon you once used
to color doors of my heart shut,
fade the songs of meadowlarks
to barely hued. The way your touch
traveled through me like a blessing
for the damned, I watch the sea
extend to shore its watery hand.