She Leaves Me
Light vanished upon her leaving
with the final grip of dusk--
the perfume of asters wisping softly
and I am alone, gone
into the restless clang from winds booming;
a melody which makes noises louder
than my roars--
and within the luster of stars,
not a tincture eases this heart.
Entry for Brian Strand's 480 Contest
14 Aug 2018
Copyright © Jajosh Ongado | Year Posted 2018
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