Your hair by the sea blew
gardenia-scented
drawing from me sudden breath
in light
summer-hued.

Images replay;
I am shuddering;
Chalk-board mind screeching,
soul freezing
cacophonies waving mid-air.
I am grainy sand
sifting.

My best then
slipped away;
a petal in the gardenia bloom
you wore that day; "audieu."

We should have sailed together
Spring or Summer wed
we planned
to spend the holidays Wintering;
but Fall we did
onto the Ruins of Trust,
sad flowers plucked,
seasons grayed
into cold night
marched to the precipice;
heartache shrouded;
I crushed-flower shattered
you tragic bound;
we
both left behind
wounds unhealed,
memories consigned
to the wailing room
shut away
on misty shelves
upon grief-laden doiles
hoping one day both would depart
sweeping out
crevaces in hearts
entombed
perhaps released back in time
to Lovingness
cuts healed
from time refreshed.

Time alone did not erase.
Pain is Comtemplation's Grace
which ultimately
uplifed us from dusty mists,
drew us here
to the same place
hearts to retrace
and test
wounds and gardenia scents;
hesitancy now embraced;
wounds unstaked;
we begin to dance here once again,
memories' waltz
in the magical air
and light
forced by circumstance
to retrace love's glance
holding hands
we renew
as if it were only yesterday.
I said I love you
and I do
having cleaned out my doily-shelf
now dusty,
unused and bloomed.

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