I can describe the emptiness of you
She appears in a saffron summer dress
eats grapes and green things
But I don’t see her
only the absence that is created
the white space serves to give the faintest impression of an outline
Fullness shrinks, and dissipates
I bring hope and possibility
with circles in the sand
She brings the anonymous tide
washing away all meaning there might be
Desire itself is left no scraps for sustenance.
I wrote you were different then
I could touch the sneakers
adore the furrowed brow and adolescent books
She wrote it was a selfish vision.
I am a moonlit cloud
my passage is silent
the tulips are closed
Inviting amber glow of the corner boutique
a sign hanging on the door:
“Will be back”
A trace of frost recedes as I watch it.
In my dreams I am tender
and she is accepting
Her hair is loose.
Her hands are warm.
Her eyes are soft.
Her words are simple.
Struggle to delay the collapse of harmony
a goodbye kiss on bare shoulder
I realize as much as you are emptiness in me
as well I am absent in your world.
Though I am there as you pass
it is just the glimmer of an idea