For G.G.
not even when birds rejoice in song
nor in the next or the next after that.
I will not forget you,
not yesterday or tomorrow --
or the sun sets upon the ocean shore.
I’ll wait for the rain to cleanse my woes
and bathe the earth with tears of love;
let love soak deeper into this desperate soil
beneath the budding leaves of grass,
and I'll watch 'em grow taller, stronger, lovelier...
I will never forget you,
not in this moment or the last
© 2012 Helena Malheur