Cheam Park is your resting place now
The cemetery of memory
Where we walk constantly
Where your face is a place among
The weeping statues.
I remember love
Like a catastrophe that had to happen
Too soon, and too quickly we collided
I remember the golden daffodils
The whispering, sick violets
No-such Castle, where my pale body
Waits asleep
Where I look for the ghost
Of the girl you loved
Permanently quieted now, quieted
Among the dust your sternum, your wrist watch
Your raven brows and curls
The hand that touched
The tender place the sweet spot
Between your neck and shoulder
All the rest lost, the emptiness I have to hold,
Disturbed by a screaming bell.
The cacophony of birdsong
Ceaselessly calls you back from the grave
You always return, an urn of plastic flowers
I remember the roses,
Arterial, suicidal Venuses.
I can open Cheam Park and our story
Like an old dusty book, like a broken ribcage
I can feel reality collapse, my arms open to hold
All this excess life still waiting to happen
2016
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