Gold and WhiteThe finality of roses,More Like This
of flowers left to brush your lips,
lips that would laugh and speak
hushed secrets bravely into a camera lens
to share across worlds,
I put a rose in a cup
because you always made me laugh
and I want you to drink deep
and taste sugar on the petals,
between the pink and blue -
unlike so many pills that we'd swallow in silent wars
inflicting battles on wartorn bodies to remain unwon, unfought
to wake and fight again, restless every morning, every hour, every twilight
spent alone holding cups of coffee emptied
that were softly filling with love.
To see you finding grain instead of liquid,
like so many drops of sand
or stems of wheat
gold, the weight of a soul
and the colour of your hair.
Devon, time is falling by
and we're standing still.
And we face June bravely without you .