silvia

today
i sit on her couch
and there is no place i would rather be
i feel the trains moving beneath me
i see pictures of him i scarcely recognize
that draw my miss and forgiveness
i feel peaceful and tired
i feel quiet in here
i've got the directions and my map
i read it again and again
all of the words, the pages
letters straining to construct a shelter
for me and these shrines to love
elaborately decorating the candle lit corridors
of my never ending past
i keep it all
and keep holy the sabbath
you chose all of the right objects
so i thought you would stay
but you didn't remember
and i can not forget
i write you letters you will never receive
to tell you everything i can't
and they are never complete
it is never enough
it is beyond words, paper, pictures
it is of the soul, it is in the eyes
it is as strong as the sea
as large as the sky
she'll be home soon
another perfect soul
patron goddess saint
the flowers i place on your altar
hang as postcards in your shower curtain
to rain my love each day
she is home
i grin
love