GLOOMING

old tattered gown worn again
edge dragging dead leaves  
a fish net on land  
with dead leaves for fish  
 
shawl falling off my shoulder  
no matter I thought  
not looking back just looking forward  
sun kissed neck exposed  
 
remembrance is a terrible thing  
one wish the memories would just go  
be painted over by new colours  
of life lived after the leaving  
 
the garden is unattended now  
perhaps you should return  
and tend to it again, flowers going wild  
weeds growing up around the stairs  
 
I don't know where you are anymore  
your blue shirt must be folded  
somewhere in a trunk now  
accompanied by mismatched socks  
 
sometimes I listen to our conversations  
laughing with me that was  
your drawl, the silliness of cupcakes  
and runny 'egg in a hole'  
 
sometimes everything seems grey  
like funeral shrouds  
dug up from earthy graves  
gossamer cloth floating in the wind  
 
there are prismatic colours  
in love's intricately woven tapestry  
love that was, is and will be  
nothing's static, no standstill poetry  
 
giving up and letting go  
leaving old shawls on well lived path  
allowing glittered rainbow hued sunlight  
to shine on corners as yet un-lived  
 
yet I dread the silence  
the affirmation of alone-ness  
being drowned in tranquil waterfalls  
as if they are pooled tears