Obnoxious little June flower
with moon eyes
and cupid bow lips
Where have you gone with your veins
And sadness in the pools
of your alpine-stone heart
Where have you gone with your pictures
of black and white tragedy
Where are you sitting now?
touching the ends of tables and chairs
Touching the ends of her lips?
Why do you travel upon seas of bedlam
everyday to sit behind my shoulders
in some dismal pool of light
i see your stranded gaze
and i wonder about the dew in your eyes
your colours are all gone
usurped by the melancholy of loss
and the blizzard inside my bones
has melted you inside the black spaces
of my window
Open your mouth and tell me
Another story from the book of your mind
tell me of all the things that fly
like you into skies
of destiny and fading regret
bring your hands to my forehead and test the
fever of my madness
test it to see how much I've learned from
falling on my knees
I have lost you June flower,
You have left,
And i think of you often.
Under the death of the sun.
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