The Husk Of A Forget-Me-Knot Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you fall asleep underneath the
Drowsing banyans,
I will find you there eventually,
Even if you don’t think to wait up
For me,
Even if you bare your children by another
Man
Under the blustering rattle where you will
Surely grow
Your belly like your vacuum in your
Sweet scarless living room,
Listening to everything I never said:
Even the chandeliers will be without dust,
Looking like your birthstone-
Don’t you remember that we were literally born on
The same day,
So how could you do this to me,
To leave my shady wildlife preserve, even if
It was second class,
And I am a feral man wandering drunkenly through
Torn but gifted trailer parks,
And you have fallen asleep and while I have looked
For you,
They have bulldozed all the beautiful arenas of clouds,
And shaken all the unabashed sins from out of the tree,
And cut her down and mowed,
And used her to build your house,
So even if I come together again, and reanimate,
What use would it be to find that picturesque spot
Where we once had love,
If there is none of it left to find, but for the barren stain,
The husk of a forget-me-not.