lying all alone on a green grassy carpet
the hot sun warms my skin
but i shiver, shudder -- in my gelid world
it cannot warm within.
i roll over, tossing turning, freezing, burning,
blade of grass twixt my lips
watching high lazy clouds while butterflies play in
flower beds with rose hips.
a not so faint nor distant memory
someone now lost -- once found
i anguish in my misery
and sprawl across the ground.
Tired, sorrowful and weak
i close my eyes to weep
silently, quietly yet ceaselessly
my heart cries out from deep.
"absence makes the heart grow fonder"
this i think is untrue
because my heart is not too fond
of this absence of you.
i cry out silently with my eyes
to grass, rose and tree
asking all, yet none
to bring you back to me.
my eyes cloud over
glossy, glazed grey
the pain inside too much to bear
for even another day.

1 feb 1989