Forgetting
Old broken things Reflect A kaleidoscopic horrorshow I saved the rose petals And wove them with lavender Like some dystopian Victorian widow Waiting, Waiting for us to start again, Until I was knitting death And soaking in tears I want to remember But it’s not possible I burned the letter to you, Letting you go, Asking us to meet as Comets Or aliens In some other life. When I let go God whisked me away through The open window It just happened In the middle of the sky As I thumbed through old dreams Weeks later Lying in a dark room The question: Who is me? A quiet giggle Threads Body and sky And you are not here anymore.
(Midjourney AI interpretation of the poem)