The Rites of Spring

How do I remember him?

Why did he flee? The ladies circled about him just so their bodies wouldn’t be disposed, but I was different.

In this space, those who cut the breast of memories will be remembered.

In the eye of spring, where the harmonious flowers bloom from a slowing heart.

I wish he left me a bandage in night because when they found me in the morning…

There were no chorus girls to sing me songs on top of the hills, and relieve me from my internal fray.

I always wondered if he remembered these dark cheeks he loved to... touch. To wonder if he left in the middle of sleepless nights searching for another like me.

He never asked for forgiveness, and he never gave me my happiness back.

How could I commit the average suicide? Death by the crushing of love.

Loving is harder than being loved

Where are my gods that protected me?

Why have I, a god amongst men, been forsaken by the sea I drink from & the earth I tread upon?

I’ve grown familiar to the quiet loneliness, but it’s still trivial.

That I still love you.