With No Other: Notes of an Online Journal

 
“With No Other”
 
 
I give in to the time that is left.
Let me lay with you, my mother.
Let me see the stain and hold your breath
These few minutes with no other.
 
As I watch your eyes of cataracts
With the thoughts I cannot discern,
Why we didn't know each other then,
And never had the chance to learn.
 
We were both brought close again to burn.
I’m alive with you just as when,
With your silent words you hide a yearn,
You would make it happen again.
 
The trees are naked of leaves and hawks,
Though Spring’s in my veins, I’m bereft.
To follow you on those quiet walks,
I give in to time that is left.
 
 
 
 
 
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019