Her ghost still haunts my thoughts despite the fact
She left so long ago, her once a month
Red clouds reside below my sink and so
Do hairs that taunt like webs and stick to face
And clothes, the back of neck. I want her smell
To leave my sheets, to grow un-cold beneath
The shadow cast by pain of her and him.
She flaunts the lack of need of me until,
She hears Iíve found another love to warm
My bed like rays of sun, erase the cold,
Destroy the dark that falls, cascades like wine
That spilt from sky above to flow unkempt.
My mind can now blur out her face, frigid
Ice melted away to dried salt trails.
Jeremy Rich has published several poems in collections like Watershed, Take Back The Night, Chantarelleís Notebook, Ceremony, Thick with Conviction, Speedpoets, and others. He is currently an 8th grade Language Arts teacher in Colorado, but was a long time chef in California.
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