We shared many meals on our journey
While we bantered about Martha Stewart
I think of that very last claret
When I sipped your kiss in the breeze
Can you still taste me?
Nurturing roses in a land of honey
We grew a bed of fragrance
My perfume serving as a reminder
Do you recall when you proposed
Can you still smell me?
Dancing in and out of covers
I felt your warmth in the March morn
But now blocked by cold glass
You are loved by me far off
Can you still feel me?
We listened to the bird’s joyous calls
And the beating rhythm of seasons
Now I can only play your favorite tune
While reaching you via a phone
Can you still hear me?
We built a castle of love
Adorning it with bright dreams
In a now devastated land
We are walled out by disease
Can you still see me?
*Composed so we will not forget the needless suffering brought about by the Trump administration.
© 2020, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
