I haven’t thought of you
in a while now.
I have forgotten the
softness of your name.
The blue-grey of your eyes
in which so many memories swim,
I haven’t been caught adrift in your current,
for it is quiet now.
Without rain, the dry has abraded,
worn down everything to a dull ache.
The sun has baked
salt flats for miles and miles, as far
as the eyes can see and further…
The season of love is gone and soon
everything else too
leaving the cracks
in my heart
wide and gaping.
© SoulReserve 2021