Lettuce ears hang on a leafless tree,
while pale lips kiss its trunk.
Dead eyes, the fallen fruit of fall,
litter the ground and brain cells drip
as rain on a soil where nothing grows.

Write no more she says
I’m living with an empty shell
while your mind is dreaming up another trip
to a place far from here
that you won’t, or can’t share with me.

Write no more useless words,
stay with me, now.
I looked up the moon was full,
but shed a tear, it landed in my garden
and covered my flowers
in a blue film of sorrow.

Turn my back to the dreamy night
switch on the TV
and together we watch a soap;
contented she smiles
while I think of something
that I will write when she’s fast asleep.