Her Visit

On the morrow

When we say our goodbyes

Can I say that you changed my life?

The confidence.

The swagger.

Diminished and uncertain

Will search your approval.

Your benevolent dagger.

Your smirk and your  smile.

The limp bodies in your wake

Kissed by your fatal lips 

I will wash and bathe and bury and burn.

The broken houses.

The weary streets .

Where you danced gaily in the summer of gloom

Will come together as I weave a temple in your name ,

Tortured and twisted

Uncertain and beautiful.

Hark the birds fly off once again.

The trees shed their green coats.

The tiger walks his familiar path.

The rivers smile no more.

Maybe you left today?

I shall hear from you again I know.

The soft tread of your gruesome feet again

Will remind me of all I have 

All I cherish,

Can be no more.