Here lives the gap-erosion, another space,
clear and tilting, daring my love’s
concept, it pulsates with life’s light.
Today I noticed a strand of your hair nestled
in my brush, I gently pulled it out and laid it on the nightstand.
I moved the picture of us there, it’s been hidden
in the dresser drawer for too long.
I remembered last year’s blueberries, sweet and tart,
how you loved them with a dash of cream,
and Friday evening’s music from a local station.
Our conversations on the varied music — how we’d laugh.
A moment’s memory left in silent shiver.
I went to the market, bought blueberries,
their colour perfection, so intense,
mingled within sweetness, and tartness.
I sprinkle them with sugar and a dash of cream.
On this night as dark as blackbird wing.
Sitting with our cat; mysterious and mythic in his ancestry.
Together we watch for slipping stars in the sky,
I say your name often,
I’m so grateful to have known your eyes.