“Mournin’ Glory”
The tides ebb and flow
As dawn still lingers.
Nightmares wash over my curled down toes -
Recede.
Guilt soaks these summer clothes
In quiet indigo,
As his death fills my mouth with brine.
[Why did you fade when the
Breath left your chest?
Your sweet warm air
Lying dormant for years.
And why did he sing and grasp
My hand -
When he had no breath to spare?]
You run as if freedom exists
And the sun begins to break.
At a distance, waves crash,
And I walk towards the horizon.
-NB