atop the stony bank
the call of the sea fell
cold about her
there was no horizon
blue swelled around and
above ’til the black
breaks of her eyes
faded
and were lost
If you had memories
Would this be easier
If you had
the burnished vambrance of my smile
the luculent echo of my sigh
the sleepless herald of my voice
calling your name
If you had
not
replaced me
with shades
with shadows
with ghosts
too fine to be true
too fantastic to be real
Would this be easier
Or is the
forgetting
all that allows
you
to
a gull dipped
dripping silver white
across what might
have been the sky
she pulled the light
tight around her
bowed
and was gone
©sdrogers 2 march 2014
