Four Year Flash

Sometimes

           Under the full moon and my toes in the sand

He was my Zeus, my ocean,

But in a flash—he was dead,

Not for life, but to my forgiveness,

And often

            I question the morning bird’s joy,

            They are my muse, my ladybugs,

            They share no lover’s quarrel,

            Only merlot love, passion

And usually

            I think of the lilacs he would give,

            After his whiskey nights and amber rage,

            My heart became raped by the sea,

            As his lies gazed upon me,

But then

            He was gone in a flash,

            And with him, he stole my heart,

            Then buried it in black sand,

And now

            Four years he has been absent,

            But the birds and ladybugs have stayed,

            My muse for healing—

            Time does heal.