Love In Memoriam, Marie Burdett (June 2026)

 

Love in Memoriam

At night I long for you. For all the darks
we spent, euphoric with young love. The blush
of sunset pounded in my chest. The sparks
of stars gleamed in your eyes. And summer, lush
 
with greens that burst and swayed and grew, with pinks
that hazed the sky, embraced us like a bubble.
We made the promises of youth that thinks
love is an easy thing.
 
                                    I’m in that rubble
now, and I gasp like wind on barren spaces.
The harvest moon casts quiet shafts of cold.
Slow combines stubble corn. The fireplace is
waiting for your return to be consoled.
 
Your chair, still warm, does not believe you’re gone.
What does it take for dark to turn to dawn?