Your shadow lingers on the garden wall
A silhouette
the dust can't quite recall
The air still hums where your fingers traced
June's last firefly in a mason jar's grace
The porch swing creaks its lonesome tune
Counting seconds since the yellow moon
Painted your name on the thirsty ground
Now the roses drink what love left unsound
Oh, meet me where the wild thyme grows
In that purple haze the twilight knows
Time's a thief,
but the scent remains
Lavender nights in my veins, my veins
Sweet aches sing, soft and low Of all we burned,
but couldn't let go
You left a note in the almanac's spine A
coffee ring where your goodbye would rhyme
The radio
plays that hollowed out song Harvest moon,
but the words feel wrong
The cellar holds your unfinished wine Each bottle a year will never
uncork in time
The crickets chant their taunting creed
Lovers are ghosts the daylight can't keep
The meteor shower we swore we'd witness
Now just scratches on heaven's prison
The quilt we shared in the pick-up's bed Frays
at the edges where our warmth once spread
So I'll wait till the
lilacs bloom
Till the porch light fades and the silence looms
For one more hour dipped in blue The lavender hour,
half me,
half you