Good-bye

I had no idea how easy the bones would break
The make-up would run
That there’d be no moon light
This shade of lipstick would look orange in the dark.

I had no idea poison would softly creep through the tall dead grass straining toward the last drop of blood
Entwine together
A piano string snug against a rapid pulse
Composing a memory of torment and loss.

I had no idea the stones are cold this time of year
After the green boarder of the deep dark forest suffocates
Blowing open the door to yesterday
Ghosts and wide-eyed toddlers dance on tombstones
As the granite crumbles
And the cold wind blows.