Spiders in the Windowsill

the blue ink of glowing

stretched-grin and peppermint-gin

moon

mixes in with the

dusty cobweb and

day-before-a-funeral

gloom

your words were spoken

in a red-mouthed

green-juice kind of

raspy-hairspray voice

now which makes me think

of the coffee-smelling

burning photograph

kind of day that it’s been

i liked you for

your striped face

and out-of-place

hazy pink daydreams

because the color of your hair

smelled

like an hour-old cup of

tea

and so i look closely at your

ashes

through the dewdrops

on my lashes

and breathe in

the honey-butter sunshine

to you i will say this once

and only once:

i’ll miss you dearly,

love of mine

#poetry #poems #grief