HavanaCat is painting up a storm
I wrote this today, in a blue mood I guess. But I wanted to share the melancholy of lost love. It’s something we can all relate to, and it stings us all, no matter who we are and where we’ve been.
Rewinding Memories
Molly ambushes yesterday’s news
From her hideout under the deck
Sprawls over now forgotten headlines
Then leaps sideways as they sweep off
Into the neighbour’s forsythia
To shroud it like a half-finished Christo.
I watch your sleet-starched shirt
From the kitchen window
Flapping a staccato semaphore
A message I imagine you’re sending me
From wherever it is you’ve gone.
I go back, press rewind, then play
And gorge on your face
Pause, and freeze a close up
Of my last kiss
The one you blew me from the stage
I cannot yet bring myself
To listen
To your voice.
