WITH A RAVEN'S REMORSE
Kris

Pretty as you sang, you unfolded me
Your raven hair falling, so silently,
Natural to your roots entwining me.

I wore you on my arm like jewellery,
You rattled my ego consciously

Laughing, not to humour, but to console
My familiarity.

Hours were years, you moulded me

Enlightening me.

So I wrote this.

You fooled me
each dark strand burying
deep into me.

We kissed it all goodbye.

Sloppily.

Only a stone throw away
I miss you every day.

With a Ravens remorse.