Ginger

Ginger

Something was said

of this I’m sure,

something in green,

something with teeth.

Something profound.

I lean in to

catch a whisper,

but it’s far too late

for that.

And I can see her eyes change

from sugar

to sand,

smoothing out

the ripples;

the ever growing distance

between us.

I want to know the words,

I want to know why.

And I fell apart

like a dying sunflower,

slipped Down a hole 

in salt,

a whole in salt.

I just let it happen.

Didn’t put up much

of a fight really,

let go and unraveled,

unraveling still.

And I can still taste the ginger,

as I listen to my heart stop.

Reviews

[Robin]

one feels that eternal pause between the beat of the heart in your words ...

"I want to know the words,
I want to know why! "

you expressed the feeling that surrounds those lines

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i'm sure there's a story and meaning behind this beyond what a casual reader like myself would understand, but what is here is enough to nail down the feeling of what's being expressed. loss and regret. beautiful writing.