2011
acrylic on canvas
20" x 24"
Something you’ve not done
And only we went on
Each alone each with nothing
Knowing that it was summer still
We’re ready to sink into our little lives
Why are you still here
Black night’s coming
The huge summer has gone by
A few more warm transparent days
Now here is the night
With its false promise of sleep
Its vacant spaces between stars
Its endless memory
None of the senses can come to it
Used at last to your absence