I had forgotten you.
Like you can forget the rain
During winter.
But you return.
It’s expected
And still the surprise of spring
Is the same-
Refreshing and cruel.
Intermittent spurts
Of longing for something more
Or the ability
To return to that winters’ darkness.
Wrap me in your memory-
Ease the pain.
Gently, pour the rain over me
And being the process
This time without the
Stars in my hair-
Without the blindness
Of your smile.

Letting be
The corpses
That are the only ones
To still remember
That rush of blood
And madness.