A Mind Like Astrophysics Poem by Lynette Lawrence

The autumn leaves- they fall apart.
Winter- feelings of mine please freeze.
These cold days it occurred to me:
You'd never agreed.
Accidental rip your clothes on the weeping willow's bark.

I don't know who you are,
only got to know one of your roles.
And I can impossibly help it, but
you are not forgetting; You aren't regretting.
Who you are is a non-holdable thing.

Though you're not what I never owned-
The crimson ring.

And even in these days
if you cover it up you can make it seem ok.
Let this be a wonderful decade.
For you, I'd lit my whole sky
by setting it on fire.

All the heavenly bodies once rose 'n' shone for you,
but never again there'll be a hole in the
clouds to see through.

© in 2013