I am a widow of my disappointment.
a grave digger of my expectation.
I slowly uncover the lover
that has always been there
as the black veil mourning ends.
these flowers I plant are for
my love, the love that pours from me
that stains the pillows as it seeps.
I sit and wonder about the sunsets
that used to bring me to tears
as the majestic light streaming out the storm clouds
tearing thru the sky fabric grasping the at ethereal.
Kinda like
the sunlight that pours thru the holes of my spirit.
Kinda like
a path to heaven from the holes in my heart.
I am a window of my disappointment
and a gardener of my expectation.
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