Pink

I see her in the evening

the sunsets’ pink and white.

She’s wrapped around my night stand

my phone plugged in at night.

I’ve seen her in my dreams

even though I wake alone.

My fingers go on searching

for the hands I did not own.

She’d love my mothers’ sweaters

the one’s she’ll never see.

I kept all my groomed features

in remembrance of We.

My bootstraps they’re all hidden

her denim fits me well.

I focus on my breathing

and the soil that I’ll sell.

I’ve remembered to say thank you

and smile at the park.

I hope she’ll be aware of things

left hidden in the dark.

–

For C.G.