You changed to Autumn while I was still in Summer an asylum of hope riding on an angry little leaf that fell and drew attention to an angel’s ache rubbing the autumn I lipsynched to you the barren epitaph of my tongue I asked for winds I asked for cures under the flavorless buzz trying to shout trying to overhear I was unheard I was ignored by the angel that bled over you the disease she moves with clouds she screams and Fire breaths she lives for the expression of someone dying this angel bleeding this angel provokes the smoking prayers and the burning the pleading it goes too fast the wind, the arc is All soul under angelic wide skies where I will leave your name on a stone to comfort myself for being alive I was a great Witness to your life as you were to mine wherever they take you always be always be my witness and I will always be Yours
Reason for writing:
About three years ago I experienced a loss and it was the first time I had ever lost someone really close to me. While this poem is not about that person, it is about the feelings that can accompany an immense grief...well, at least as far as I had experienced.
Birth sign: Taurus
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