I walk a lot these days
Sometimes I reach to put my arm
Around the empty place you left.
I walk through the bright steel night
Where stars peek with acetylene beaks
Glistening through the black canopy
Like flaming wicks.
I walk until the horizon pales
And paints the hills with pastel glory.
The hills then come into full view
Fitting into one another like lovers
And I am in awe and whisper your name
Convinced that somehow, somewhere
You hear me.
Later, weary and aimless, I return to the city
With its Alps of tenements
And the church tower mouldy with moonlight
Spooky Sam selling crack on the corner
Fiercely watching his thick-legged whore
The fluorescent bus stop where a young girl was crying
And I try to remember
The doors we entered and beds we loved on
The gasps of completion, sweat on sweat
And profaning the word “forever.”
I carry wildflowers picked in the foothills
I remember you loved wildflowers.
I will give them to you one day
When our love comes home.