The trees are greener after the monsoon

Like eyes are brighter after a good cry

March and the sunset's breath on my shoulders

Sweeter than the heat from your mouth

Tobacco and charred oak

 

My shadow aligns with yours on the pavement

Will yours touch mine if I ask nicely?

The rocks are smooth in my pockets

and I hold them in my hands instead of you

Cool stone and shades of ash

 

White moths and blue skies

I wonder where they fly.

Do you see them too?

I sit and think of you

Can you think of me too?

 

I prayed to God, say something

Better to hear his silence

than to hear empty April winds

I asked God to give you a message

Crickets and only the moon's remorse

 

The roses you planted last spring

I smell the Earth's tears

and pretend mine smell the same

Damp soil and fragrant flowers

Do you smell them too?

 

White moths and blue skies

I close my eyes and

remember

They must have been in a hurry

you say, I miss you