On my first day without you
On my first day without you , I’ll wash my face with ice water. Grab my coloring chalks and paint a woman dressed in red coming out of church. She’ll be staring into a blue sky with a blank face as the exit walls tremble. Her womb swollen, and you speechless and unhappy beside her looking for me, eyes begging for absolution. But here I am to remind you, as the earth quakes beneath my feet, absence makes the mind forget.