While the parts of me
I watch the hummingbirds
You never cared for birds
I clean up the remains of the day
It was just pink poetry
What we felt for each other
Rumi and wine
and the newness of it all
grew kisses in their time
kisses, kisses, kisses
like pretty pink blossoms
swelled with sweet nectar
You felt imprisoned
in my second story sanctuary
You tired of my annoying laugh
and the same old song
you never knew
grew restless
in the basement of neglect
I have a tree outside my window
that grew ten feet this year
and sprouted pink blossoms
tapping their nectar
and remember our love
or blossoms, either
You said they were messy
and find hummingbirds
and pink blossoms
and not one trace remains
of you
except this sad refrain
we call memory
