waiting
she’s wrapped up in blue, dark like the early night sky, as the stars begin to pierce through, satin and unbound.
am i the only one who remembers?
she’s sitting in a garden, legs crossed, bougainvillea weaving through her hair, handing me a segment of a grapefruit.
i’ve lost her again, the crowd flowing like the sea, waves of faces passing by me, crashing into me like waves into rocky cliffs. she’s the rock, i don’t know what i am.
her fingers are between mine, knitting a clumsy tapestry as we walk down the lane, lavender fields on either side of the path.
we spoke once of sharing a grave, double wide, where we could stay like this forever. i’m not sure where she put me when i died, but i’m still waiting for her.