Ribbons of paint
slide like speed
off the edge
~
strong hands
surrender
to clear ​canvas sky
~
​she ascends
from the head
​of a
​p
i
n

Missing you 
leaks out 
of my eye.

Remember that day
You were getting ready to leave
and I painted poppies for your journey?
Could you hear me sing
Be Not Afraid
and did it help even
a little?
Were you
feeling safe?

Remember, next?
I sang about Sunshine
and how you were mine
from one thousand miles away.
Could you hear it
in that way ears
​cannot?
Could you feel the painted sun rise,
Heating the cold white tile?
Were you
warm enough?

Do you remember?

April
will forever be
so very very
​slipper

                   y

griefster trickery
jumbling dates - who can keep time -
has it been a year?