Bare

I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed
beneath the bridge

I talk to the air;
hearing to what I have to say-

-alone over breakfast

I close my eyes and breathe the rich aroma
of emptiness;

an odourless affair, that
manipulates my heart
causing memories to blossom

opening up like a diary
where pages are written
in tears

leaving me flooded
with your absence

~ ~ ~ ~

I feel a breath of cold air
which makes me shiver

I roll my eyes across
Magnolia walls, and
gaze through the window

and think.

now I know how the summer feels
as winter slowly begins
to strip its warmth