decomposing-
I see her face through
a veil of clouds, I touch
her eyes, against
my heaving chest,
tear after another, lining
my heart with the grievous
tendency of the dying tree,
left battered, uninhibited,
surrendered, to be guillotined
by the vivacity of this shore
where dead footprints walk the night.
decomposed-
she is a chance encounter in my memories.
decomposed-
I walk along the shore
once again. I see her,
in the sand between
my toes.
decomposing,
my body is bare,
bathing in the rain of
subsistence, that wrinkles
my skin into a tangible
thought.
decomposed-
she never was. I was.
.
Image Credits: “Decompose” by Zaldy Icaonapo
Linking it up with Photo Challenge # 85 at MLM Menagerie and The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.
This is Poem # 3 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems challenge.