A table with photographs
I made of her twenties
We came to celebrate her life
But her absence pulled me into shadows
Two decades dark.
A blonde summer day
Caribbean pool eyes
My friend, my ex-wife
A marriage of hearts
I failed.
So I drove 99 through almond
Orchards back into a hot
Chico summer dream
Where I once believed
I was man enough.
I saw the house,
The river of our nights,
The bar she served us
Beers and a laugh
Still ringing.
Now A June moon rises
Harvest my last tears
And the lost years give way
To hollow regret.
Not even clouds to cry.