to a large pile of dry leaves

adorned with dust - a mass of misty eyes

& reheated memories.

 

but before the ground tastes a mix of salt, water

& regret,

 

i

hit pause breathe remember

 

ii

to lay me down by a stretched mass

where the wind & water meet- endless, blue.

let the gulls mould a dirge into an ode.

simple things of this life have never found

a home in me, i hope the waves don't carry

that colour too.

 

 

iii

on that day, the skies will paint

a smile you never bought - a lost lover - a torn kite, everything

that carries a memory but pain.

 

iv

i know the trees will hum, let your faces

sing along. don't make your lips chapped,

& melt the weight on your tongue into

a chicken feather.

 

v

adorn yourself

in orange, green, colours of the

wind, anything but shades that scream

loss.

mourn like a butterfly.

 

v

i was never a happy man.

never let those six feet of sand, stones

& darkness feels that.

let them receive all of me with

the type of joy i never had.