I cordially invite you, Husband of mine
to enter my world of toxic rhyme...

Bitten,
upon a night...

You left me standing alone
under a viaduct freeway...

Bluebells courtesy, sighing at dawn
the clock ticks four, soft morning bliss...

Her eyes are my memory,
sparkling, emerald gems...

Spirited, vibrant rainbow
was the soul that bathed...

When I write of green emeralds
you know my spirit is crying...

It was the morning after, those
sprouting dandelions poked their...

Losing the ability to reach out to the sun
my grip upon the night has taken it's toll...

Nothing can prepare me
for the day I find absence...

It's all in how the leaf falls
as breezes swift, silently...

I'm trying to keep her alive-
The anguish a mother consumes...