the wind stole my voice
and carried it beyond
when I made you a promise
the sun sets
but it’ll rise again
through the dark night
the moon and stars
will provide
company and comfort
so even when
the sight of my back
becomes nothing
but a memory
remember that promise
is always fulfilled
do not treat someone well
only when they have one foot
out the door
one day, they may
not turn back
The rain has beaded upon the station window
The pane stretches cold beneath his hand
The trains whistle for long departures
And his wedding band
Bereft of its mate
Is alone.
The business after departure puts a lump in my throat
It no longer matters if an outfit is flattering
Only that it is aptly somber for the occasion
And fitting enough to meet you in;
That last expression of repose
I wonder if I can truly accept it
Our voices and our hearth
Must call out to you;
You are the butterfly that dances in our garden
You are the sparrow that perches on the tree
You are the soldier beetle listening on us
Until we catch you and set you free
Who wants to depart in tears?
When one can have laughter and fond remembrance
RED GLADIOLA 