a Poem by Raquel Swann
In the heat of Summer
There is no trace of water
My lips are parched for you
You were the water that gave me life
It is the beginning of fall
Your beauty was unwavering.
Even the colors and the wonder of the season,
Are no match for how I still feel for you.
Even in the harsh of winter
Through the desolate cold
In the middle of a Nor’easter
Somehow my love for you grows
It is springtime now
New life pushes through the thawing ground
Sprouting out of every crack and crevice
I cannot fathom it without you here.
Season by season go the days of my life
Never again to touch your flesh
Never again to enjoy your scent
Never again to taste your lips.
Never again to tell you how I feel.
Never again to see you amongst us, walking this land.
I am a hollow shell without purpose.
Wait for me, please. I am not far behind.