Bruised

Written by: Bernadette Langer

do not leave me
for I wear your absence--
sadly, unwillingly;

like pebbles,
pulled from the strength--
of mountains.

like summer heat, trapped
within the cooling winds of fall--
left shivering;

and each hour is filled--
with emptiness;

while every moment--
presses painfully
against the darkened bruise--

of your abandonment...