a blotchy grey gloom sifts through
noon skies that are supposed
to be something else,
I am aware of dappled shadows
swirling like delicate lacework
in the shade of the tree, where
you have been extracted, removed
from me in measured steps and I
stay back, hold on, hold down
feelings that refuse to hold still.
and soon I become the silhouette
in the sky, in the dancing shade of
the tree, in my own dark eyes –
darkened, everywhere you used to be.
© SoulReserve 2020