ARCHIVVM MIKL

8.24.2024

and another day comes
as you questioned yourself
“when will this pass?”

and another day comes
as you walked gently into
her garden of provenance
tending its blossoms along thorns

and another day comes
my mother's becoming tired of my
melancholy without return address
a summer ends; how we've torn it apart
to sew it up again with strings of hearts

and another day comes
another daybreak veiled in rain
a horizon foreign to you, forgotten by me
so tell me dear, what's on your mind
while you hold me in a cloaked hesitation?

and another day comes
as she savours our steps
to become entangled within, lest
witnessing either becoming withered

and another day comes
adrift in an familiar realm
as you again questioned yourself

and then it does