like gravity…

just saying you don’t believe
in love anymore
doesn’t stop
a glass falling to the floor or
the earth circumnavigating the sun

good-bye

your lips warm pressing
on the coolness of my skin
the imprint lingers

 

Inspired by slpmartin

remembered rituals

plain white bread toasted
spread to the edges with jam
dunked in hot black tea

Mercurochrome spread
quickly over knees scraped raw
the hurt blown away

grilled cheese triangles
tomato soup made with milk
and oyster crackers

respecting elders
always saying I love you
flowers on your grave

tea for one

she reads the leaves
surviving in her cup
before washing them away –
finding solace
in ancient rituals