Five

Five by Faye McCray

 

I am in the dirt this Wednesday.

My hair is sprouting leaves.

My fingers are burrowed and moistening.

Mud coats my knees.

 

I am digging to hear you plainly again

I last heard you five years ago

I know if I dig deep enough,  

I will still hear your echo.

 

We’ve been five years sullied.

Our roots in mounds of pain.

As if joy is the exception

To deaths dark shadow on your name.

 

I am in the dirt this Wednesday.

My hair is sprouting leaves.

To forget how you left us.

To remember how you breathed. 

 

 

© Faye McCray

 

Love and Light,
Faye