You won’t be there tonight,
Quiet shut
and gone;
Into the night.
The bougainvillea will wave your passing,
your going
I can only open, close, open. Close.
My eyelashes attempt at refrain
But it’s no use.
Engine turn and then an empty spot, next to a wayward palm
Seconds ago you filled this space that seems colder
I’ll find a place,
on my own,
and stoke what seems too tired in this cold.
Coffee tea friendship, cigarette affair,
No one will know but the ash might tell
Hush hush side coat embrace
On the porch,
Hidden by thorns and brilliant bloom
is me without you