this is the garden
the garden of waving goodbyes
the crisp skeletons flung sky-high
those never, ever
summer days
spent
wishing
waiting
pointless
(You are far too late.)
x
x
where You will expire
iridescent bluebirds fly
painted rainbows die
i will forget
You
knowing
rasping
my death is Your
victory
(You will forget me too.)
x
x
and once i am gone
You briskly count lives:
a sugary sweet demise
ate me (me)
whole.
and
those
never-ever-summer-days
gone
(You will laugh at my grave.)
x
x
the wings will escape
but i bleed watercolor lies
—mutter silent cries
i am okay i am okay
smile
smile
fibs
i mask a numb soul of
death
(You shouldn't really pretend.)
x
x
and time should gurgle on
and i let the knots untie
slipping away, away my
beloved chains.
Your paintings
were
so
beautiful:
serene
(Where have You gone?)
x
x
and stems should curl in teapot spouts
limp as memories dry
tear like paper planes (never-ever-sky-high)
: crashed before
they
could
take
flight across a blue sky
void
(You gather my bated breaths.)
x
x
,please carry the still air
heave their iron clasps goodbye
and let me die in peace beside
the place where life
springs
from
death:
the garden (route) that gives
rest
(i will live again.)