Light Years from Lilac Sunday

this is it, Memory

that day when lilacs bloom

and I think of him…………of us

our trespass in the arbor

boughs so heavy with starlight

we felt drunk…………or were we

when those first expected kisses

found places in the sky and he named them

like he named the flowers and trees

his fingers marked the heavens

the branch the blossom

the small of my back so

still now a trace remains

forever notes

the day when lilacs bloom

and we made you, Memory

light years from now,

never love…………never nothing

just a sweet, sweet something in between

solace for heartaches never dreamed.

POEM ©2019, Jen Payne. For CG. Image: Lovers among Lilacs, Marc Chagall.For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!

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