Chrysanthemum

Chrysanthemum
a midday lack, I'm sworn into restless days and cold wet shoes
I am here under your s?n chrysanthemum
if our bodies were to meet it would feel like this, cathartic and empty
swirling distance from the stairs, cold and gray when you wake up in my room
without me
you're like a tomb, you are closed to me
in my soul i'll keep you close to me
as children we walked in thru garden gates
cloaked in fog with nothing but our bodies
i am your s?n chrysanthemum